

idyllic solidarity. eyes the color of sky, she looks up at the stars and mourns them. she thinks she has more in common with them than anyone around her suspects. she is dead, has been dead for years and years, but people still see her, still feel her presence, still wonder what made her. only one person seems to see through her mask to the dead things inside. he tells her that she reminds him of Oogie Boogie, harmless on the outside, full of maggots on the inside. most would take offense to this, but she knows perfectly what hes talking about. she thought that long before he ever came along.idyllic solidarity.
derrick came along ,like that spider,


Peter PanHe looks young but his soul is oldoldold. He leaps from clock towers to my window sill as my long white nightgown flutters around my ankles. I tell him stories as he gently tugsPeter Pan
on curls of my hair, informing me that he is
gladgladglad I did not agree to be his
mother. When I ask him
he informs me that the term lost boys is simply colloquial; he did not come up with it but thinks whoever did is sillysillysilly. He does not feel lost at all he states. I can tell his smile is a
force of habit, wont
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