She was under days of pleasure.
While the arms around her measure.
Has she been waiting behind the door?
Was this what we have been anticipating for?
Conventional breathes on gazeless window.
She stares at it while counting their shadow.
Fast pace and long thoughts.
Count to ten and you will see her faults.
Stories have been told,
While her memories unfold.
Those cold feet,
Walking down the street
That's Alice
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