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alice came three times then she asked for tea. the rooms of her mind completely fucked empty. the white rabbit was too fast, leaving her scattered and shattered. grabbing for a drink. bottoms up, precious lolita. but the hatter’s mind was clockwork fancy, made up brilliance, airs and facades galore. once i heard a catepillar tell me to grow up or down. i can be what i want to be. once i saw a special cat smiling at me. and even though sometimes i speak in childish rhymes, sometimes i seek hope in a den of lies. i was never apart of a fairy tale, and you weren’t either. you’ll never be a leader, a preacher, a teacher. down on one knee, blue eyes staring at me. but we are not three.
