alice fell down the hole again,
where the clocks don’t begin
and it’s only then when
she realizes
that she’s been falling.
alice fell down the hole again,
and the spiral starts to spin.
she looked around and quietly mused
_im lost again, im awfully confused._
alice fell down the hole again,
in the story that never ends.
she hit her head and cannot tell
which way is up, which way is down.
alice fell down the hole again,
this time, she wasn’t sure she’d call it falling.
her head felt strangely clear now
as she got used to being topsy turvy.
Aug 23, 2022
Aug 23, 2022 at 6:23 PM UTC
alice fell down the hole again,
where the clocks don’t begin
and it’s only then when
she realizes
that she’s been falling.
alice fell down the hole again,
and the spiral starts to spin.
she looked around and quietly mused
_im lost again, im awfully confused._
alice fell down the hole again,
in the story that never ends.
she hit her head and cannot tell
which way is up, which way is down.
alice fell down the hole again,
this time, she wasn’t sure she’d call it falling.
her head felt strangely clear now
as she got used to being topsy turvy.
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