just before the blood turned black
playing a last game with the old brown queen
PeterPan stopped being teen
forgotten of the shade he sewed to the feet
taking as a pillow the wild wind
swearing in vein his sold future for coward...
always forward
until the future melts in his milky route
towards the village of the children of dust.
H. Silenus

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