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I fell into a rabbit hole.
Its name was slumber.
I got fooled by butterflies.
Their names were Dreams.
I got slapped by a mad Hatter.
He said I needed to wake up.
When I woke up,
I could not remember
A single thing
But wonderland.
YOU ARE READING
Silence and Bass
Poetry[COMPLETED] The silence was too deafening so I wrote them in tattered torn pages with jagged lines. Poems I wrote even in my sleep. The ink in my pen profusely bleeding out words and stories from my past that shaped my present and makes me anticipa...
