Wonderland
Wonderland
has ended, Alice
there’s no palace
worth it
when the dream that you are living
isn’t living
now
it’s dead.
I guess one day
it didn’t wake up
I’d explain it
but
we didn’t make up
a long time ago
when Wonderland was home
to me.
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