(alice)

 

now it all crumbles
now it all falls
 

and I step through to the
other
 

I’m a cliché
my head bursting thatch
arms out the window

(drinking wine when there’s only tea)

your face reflects
without diffusion
covers my fingers
in silver
 

checkmate
 

and
I
tumble

 

 

 

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