Running into time and space like
A white rabbit on the run with
A golden watch and cup in hand
Heading to the party on
A golden Monday afternoon
Enrobed in tiredness and franticness
And thinking all looked aright yet
As the days went by, the more bites
Of DRINK ME or EAT ME were partaken
Of, the more the years fell away and time
Didn't seem to hold her hostage and she
Could breathe more naturally and be.
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