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One tastes tiny, same one tall. Falling, but I don't fall. Everything real is fake. Where cards rule, hares drink, and life is mad. I take advice from the one who smokes. Nonsensically roaming a world of nonlogic. Which makes an imprint, big me or small? This land of wonder, where all known impossible is real reality. And here I am. I don't know how to get out, so easy to get in- maybe a home that I only visit.
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Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 2:45 PM UTC
Wonderland
One tastes tiny, same one tall. Falling, but I don't fall. Everything real is fake. Where cards rule, hares drink, and life is mad. I take advice from the one who smokes. Nonsensically roaming a world of nonlogic. Which makes an imprint, big me or small? This land of wonder, where all known impossible is real reality. And here I am. I don't know how to get out, so easy to get in- maybe a home that I only visit.
alice-campbell
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Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 2:45 PM UTC
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