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Mar 2018
She sits in silence
Laughter echoing between her synapses
Alice looks at the wall
Her irises empty and void
Her hands are ice
Her blood studded with icebergs
Her voice non-existent
The heart pounds to a regular rhythm
But feels numb, cold, broken.
Dess Ander
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Dess Ander  Somewhere in Neverland
(Somewhere in Neverland)   
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