The White Rabbit?
Do I post her
Out of habit?
Her Madhatter
Looks like he
Would rather be
At the next party.
Suddenly last spring I began to see all red while I worked
or I saw no colors -- I could not bear to look out of windows,
for sometimes I saw humanity as a bottle of ants . . .
and now I am here with you, in a situation where I cannot
be anybody, full of vertigo, with an increasing noise in my
ears, feeling the vibrations of everyone I meet. Broken down.
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