into the rabbit hole we go, a downward spiral into the unknown.
uncovering crevices untouched, beneath the dust and sand,
our end.
a fading warmth, a blinding light.
her arms in mine, our doom in sight.
restless slumber, endless days,
a dying flame, a setting sun
many years amount to none.
we see what we have become.
out of the looking glass, into her arms
my only solace i never could find.
her arms in mine.
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