the 🅷🅾🅻🅴. Bumped her head and 𝙗͟𝙧͟𝙪͟𝙞͟𝙨͟𝙚d her soul"
Sand from the castles I built as a child, of mirages of eternal adolescence. My ribs cage my heart, squeeze my lungs and tear them apart.
The shards of the hourglass fall down, like rain in the blue alleys. I pick up the paintbrush and smear my windows blue.
Peter Pan, do you see these windows? A colour stained with the one you detest. Hopefully, it caught your attention. Now take me to your realm.
I pick the candle and light my cigar on it. The chemicals running in my blood like water. Marking every corner of my body, cancerous leeches crawl and settle.
I feel the maturity flowing in me Nebuchadnezzar's way, destroying shrines of childishness.
This youth is mere of time. This skin will soon become wise, hair would match the moon. Come on Peter Pan, take me away before it is too late.
- By me
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