'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and...
i gather the gold up from the floor and see that garden glimmering in the lamplight over the harbour. i see her sleeping in the field of rye while i dip my fingers in the mud and sand, you are by my side and it's funny that we might have been the friends who did each other's hair and talked and laughed for hours. we crouch to consider the boys who fucked us over (royally) but my heart still aches to see him. and i'm still dreaming of those red streams when i can't escape the tears for those years that are lost.
(11/09/2017)
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