Dear Peter,
Love of my life.. sweet angel π of mine. Where are you? Have you gone very far? I hope to hear from you soon. Will you teach me to snorkel next? I would love to swim under water with a beautiful man like you.
Can we find a way to speak with only our minds? Do you hear my cries? Am I lost inside? Will you find me? Peter.. Peter.. itβs Halloween, do they celebrate that where youβre from?
Peter.. if you can hear me.. meet me at midnight. Iβll be the sweet little angel holding a lantern on the beach. Come find me Peter. π
Love always,
Seven πͺ½
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Beautiful post
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Amazing poem, great.
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You *are* Seven! β€οΈπΏππ½
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Seven is loosely based on my life experience π π
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