Sat up right birthed between two cards...
I open my eyes to the table, tea and a clock reading 15 in the afternoon on the 39th of Never.
The radio playing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Bat
I grinned as the cats tend to do here
In this place this endless card game of walrus and carpenters
Where my twisted reaility grasps no comprehension only words
Cutting like The queen's axe deep into my soul
Ripping away the seams of long forgotten dreams over crumpets and tarts
Washing away my sanity to a river where as i said there only words
And words flow me down this river
In this Wonderland i call life
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