"...wild
berries warm a field of bones
bloom how you must i say"
9.22.20
am i alice to you?
painted by your glow
i'm still bones
with blooms' marvel
rising from sockets
amid the stones
marking my eternal decay
for a servant
who died long ago
not undead, not alive for you
I say, killed
hushed in the harsh field
my skull shall lay
10.7.20
there, i added a poem rather than just one lone comment on the poem with reference to alice.
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