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Down to the rabbit hole,
Opening a new door.
Covered in feathers with coals,
Realizing it's dawn, and it's Four.
Tea with Mad Hatter,
Playing with Cheshire.
Words that makes you flatter,
Is everything you desire.
Open your eyes and see what's to be seen,
Is something real? What does it mean?
Run with wolves, catch fire with the cards,
Burning every daisies, chased by the guards.
Hide in the trees,
Where they betray with it's breeze.
Fooled by a Prince's kiss,
Into the ice you'll freeze.
This is not your story,
You don't belong here, out of your hand.
Always resting with worry,
For you have no place in wonderland.
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HER BOOK OF POETRIES
PoetryA compilation of poems that I wrote throughout the days.
