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Alice is Lost


Alice is lost


She sleeps in the hills now

Hills by the lost city

Hills of green and brown

Dewdrops on the grass in the morning

Little red shrubs


Once was black as night

Night drew on her

Took her

By now she is dust


The wind ruffles the leaves of the trees near her

So peaceful, so serene

She lies under the forked scraggly tree, devoid of foliage

A gray stone is her blanket


Alice is lost




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