The Things I Find in the Dark
Haunted by the thoughts of existential peril -
Beyond Alice’s rabbit
hole is where I meddle.
I speak less and let
my mind wander more
I open doors most would
leave closed just to see if the deathly hallows still follow me in the shadows
Completely enamoured by
her beauty, she thinks I’m under her spell
I told her, through your eyes I see where
your soul still lies,
and that's why there could never be a you and I.
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