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Looking GlassIts cold and bare in the morningLooking Glass by DarkNite109
Fiery and dark at evening.
Bells toll out over my countryside and
Gleaming sky. Its fresh with stars and blossoms
And solid proof of a human aesthetic.
The outside gets cold and manic,
But I shatter it with a fist of
Fools gold and shards of a broken
The insides nonsensical, thick with
Topsy-turvy and a smattering of
Alice and her Wonderland.
You breathe in ice and exhale fire.
Eyes cease to see and ears cease to hear, and
All is skin and smarting sensation.
If it pleases you,
Sit down at the tea party and
Sip a tasteless brew of infidelities and obscene
Exclamations, and grunt out factless insipids with
A venom smile on your face.
The Hatter takes his toll out of innocence and a
Naïve belief in the sparkling, empirical future.
The March Hares his grinning accomplice,
Enormous ears twitching as he guts and skin