I'm lost.
I
want
to
go
where
no
one
will
ever
find
me.
But first,
Find me a crab.
Place
it
at
the
entrance
to
my
soul.
And,
Let
It
Claw out
The scorpion's venom
Trapped inside of me.
Tell Aquarius i'm sorry.
I learnt to breath under water
But
I
Still
couldn't
learn
to
swim.
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A wonderland of her own
PoetryWhen a man is flimsy with his words in his manner of speaking, he puts a pen on paper, inks his words and hopes to God, it's clear as glass what he feels inside. This is how Alice feels, her ink as muddled as her mind. Alice is me and these are my...
