• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 01
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Never Land

I grew up on this tiny little island
Plastic buckets
Uneven iron poles, heaving in and out of the ground
Matching the screeching domesticated sound
Two small humans hunched behind torn fabric
Watching through fingered slots
Listening for the sirens song of peace
An outlandish perception
For I grew up on this tiny island
A purveyor of lost dreams.