Down the
rabbit hole
I go.
Gasping for
air
As the
roots
of the Evil
Queen
Choke my
bones.
Grow or
not, my choice
To know.
A bite, a
smile,
a cherished
Cherub of a
cat,
To come
back
From the
other side.
Finished on 06-18-2009
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