Alice
The little girl just could not sleep,
For her thoughts were way too deep.
Her mind had gone out for a stroll,
And fallen down the rabbit hole.
She fell until she came unto,
Two choices that were left for you.
She drank one and ate the other,
Oh how her life is smothered.
Gripping, grasping, losing, collapsing,
tearing, tearing, losing feeling....
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