The Looking Glass

Behind the looking glass we fall

Alice of Wonderland doth take our toll

Chasing the white rabbit

Chasing power

Tiny heart candies we nibble, devour.

One makes us grow, the other we die

Until we grow to the largest of size.

But by then we forgot what we came here for

And can no longer pass through the mirror door.

The End

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