alice

a poem about being young.

alice

I 
     did not want to
                              go 
drink it
                                       but I did so,
and fell.

the best thing 
about having                  no 
recollection of it all
is when you seem 
to have slipped
                                    you can’t go 
                                                      back
to the well. 

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