I could've been Alice L-d-ll in that lap over there

One thought.

I can see it in my cup, t
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and rising in the steam, like that checkerboard street he took me








down, down, down.


Except that it isn't Wonderland.
And this isn't fun anymore.
Cold, eager hands.
I'm the silly little girl who accepts them.
I'm the sullied little girl who gracefully said:
'Eat me. Drink Me'.

But this isn't Wonderland.

And it isn't fun anymore.