The Card
There I waited
By the rabbit hole
Waiting
But the white rabbit never came
It was probably late
For a date much more important than me
And for a second
I lost hope
And thought perhaps it was a snake hole
Perhaps a snake would slither out
And bite me
And I would die waiting for that rabbit
It gave me a new hope
An ending to my suffering
So I waited
But the snake never came
It was probably out
Poisoning beings much more tempting than me
This labyrinth of suffering
Would unravel before me
If I could know that you are suffering with me too
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