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Alice Lost Jul 2013
My back hurts whenever I bring myself to the loom
of this endless dramady.
Oh, the worrisome land of the finger-less sensations,
why do you not surrender to the fantasy.

"I will tell you nothing, my boy."

You will need to guess this out by yourself,
it is time for you to bring your thorns
and get out of this fall, full of exciting gores
that one day will hunt your future.
Alice Lost Jul 2013
Shivers down my spine
I try to be true
To myself, and wonder,
Where is the line
And what is under.

Crumbling my words
Away like the wind,
Nothing else was there
But flowers and birds…

… Even to begin.

My senses flow
Like free strings
Full of glow
Which the sun

Brings.

Awake, I am now,
Of those foolish dreams,
Only with my mind to allow
The fest of the silent screams.
Alice Lost Jul 2013
Fly, Fly free balloon…

My romance has just bloomed,

I’ll grab you with my hand

As if you were a piece of land.



Now you are locked

On my precious park

To remember the sweet

Times, that were never once dark…

— The End —