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Alice
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Poems Falling, deeper and deeper.
Sometimes there's nowhere to run.
Familiarity. Certainty.
Ignorance is bliss.
A complete and utter lack of objection.
A comes before B which comes Before C?
2 + 2 = 4
Gravity, pulling us down.
This is right. That is wrong.
Struggling to breath.
Fighting to clamber my way back up.
Stuck there. Part of my tongue withered, missing, wasted. Useless.
Dhen Katalaveno!
The softness of the rabbit fur, suffocating me.
And all I want to do, is to look upon the old unfamiliar world;
with my old childlike vision
