God gave me the gift of listening to the music of your broken beating heart while at the same moment in time dancing with your lonely soul at midnight out in the pounding rain. He also gave me the distinct ability to feel the ink as it flows throughout my veins as well as to truly hear all the teardrops as they fall, and to watch the laughter in all, I am Poet, a dreamer, or just a lost boy, for Peter Pan is still alive inside of me as he lives in us all.


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