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Peter, are you watching? Category: Blogging
Current mood:
amused
I use to chase Peter through the wind, catching a ride on his dust, savoring each flake. Opening my eyes, the flicker faded with the years. His glow dimmed with age, the memory of him along with his flame. I am no longer your foolish puppet who circled each word spoken with imaginary hearts. I grew up, but you never did. Peter
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