Peter - Twenty-Two

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Wendy,

So I fly around a bit

because I know if I

return, Tink will laugh

in my face. Because

I'm not strong enough

to go or to stay.

That's not really funny,

is it? Don't you think

it's actually sad?

That I'm too afraid to

do anything.

I begin to think of you

a lot, and before I know

it I'm home -

at your window.

With you.

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