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Through the looking glass I go
watching reflections that once resembled my own
that have somehow gotten disfigured,
as if someone splashed the surface and it rippled like water
or shattered like ice

I am Alice
who got too curious and chased after a ticking clock
only to discover a world where the bottle always says drink me
and the roses are always only painted red.

Where everyone is a bit mad
and everyone has to celebrate anything
and they’ve all completely forgotten
about the dormouse drowning in the teapot

Where the royalty only screams off with their head
where the words are twisted and the pathways through life
swept up and vanish as quickly as they’re laid down
and the only one smiling
is the one that can disappear from it all

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