and then one night
the shattered pieces
stick together
into a shiny mirror
is that me
looking through
with a smile?
the unexpected
the uncanny
just happens,
tonight
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thoughts about a world that's sliping away... oh so often
Through the looking glass, L.C.
"You won't make yourself a bit realler by crying," Tweedledee remarked: "there's nothing to cry about."
"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be?"
"It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards," the Queen remarked.
"I don't know," Alice said doubtfully. "I don't want to be anybody's prisoner. I want to be a Queen."
"And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be?"
"It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards," the Queen remarked.
"I don't know," Alice said doubtfully. "I don't want to be anybody's prisoner. I want to be a Queen."
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