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she hears Lewis Carroll
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whole lotta other stuff Onto darkened skies.
For a moment, the dark whispers in her ear.
By that thought, she sheds a tear.
Her hair is forsaken, and falls out across the asphalt night fueling the fire of the stars.
Her soul feels so marred.
In slivers of the cold moon's silvery light, she is too tired to fight.
Drifting off too sleep she has a dream.
The kinds that can make her scream.
Of what hell is, Whatever that is?
Who is the Mad Hatter?
Perhaps he is a mad devil.
Perhaps the devil, knows?
Perhaps she is going insane.
In her nightmare she hears
Lewis Carroll he has a clear voice.
He tells, Alice to say.
“Oh! There is such sweet pleasure in all the pain.”
excellent poem
excellent poem