This Rosebud is a Pinecone
More by OverTheRainbow
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wild things
Every spring, we throw ourselves
unceremoniously into the birthing world, abandon
all remnants of the cold dark snow. We are sun-drunk
and terribly deprived. We give little shrieks
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wonderland
my name is alice, and yes, i screamed when i fell.
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