You make me feel like a princess, but not in the helpless, unintelligent way =]
I am thinking it’s a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they’re perfectly aligned.
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Alice- 3.6.08
She takes her path to Wonderland,
the spiraling hole — a blur,
takes that which makes her leave this world
and chases rabbit-white fur.
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Madame Butterfly’s wings, they fold away
with that psychedelic taste;
devolving, green with envy,
with wasted time to taste.
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The spoiled bitch, attire changed,
her heart worn on her sleeve.
Her fake demands that paralyze…
Non-compliance? Heads to cleave.
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Her mad companions sit and talk,
insane faces sane with glee.
They walk upon the ceiling,
thoughts as far as mind can see.
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And lastly, he appears close-by,
grim face that twisted grin.
Menace mocks her situation:
“It’s not Wonderland you’re in…”
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