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To You, To Neverland

The whisper the wind that left behind Will take me where? The tired calmness of end January cold Bringing out the path that's hazy now. Breeze not the loneliness making up environ Of solitary imposed, convicted loneliness. It's now hard to remember her face as I was thinking But, no, the coffer is open and … Continue reading To You, To Neverland