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September 6, 2013
By casperwatson PLATINUM, West Hartford, Connecticut
casperwatson PLATINUM, West Hartford, Connecticut
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Hanging from a wire
Laying on a bed of nails
This life she does not desire
She is held over the rails

The world is filled of lies
So every once in a while
With the fakest of all smiles
She decides to close her eyes
And with a sprinkle of street powder
Off away she flies

In wonderland she is queen
No longer infested by a horror show
Everything there is placid and serene
So farther into the rabbit hole she goes

All is calm at first
The trips away from life are a light sprinkle of rain
But others need to be reimbursed
The storm is brewing
And the swirling smoke is cursed.

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