Launchorasince 2014
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Our Neverland

I dreamed of Peter pan

he was holding my hand

as he was leading me 

out of the window

I pulled back and told him

to wait and that i don't want to go

but he caressed my face

and whispered into my ear

don't you want a world like neverland?

too bad you can't have it but darling,

I can die with you

so we can never grow old together

then I smiled at him and took his hand

and stepped into his sweetest trap