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Alice is in her wormhole warm and bright
Alice is my bride
as I walked through the path
i was seeing spiral clams
being deflowered
down into the ground
there was a dragon pushing dope
burning with music was Babylon don
i was in the bowels fumbling
but she led me through the phantoms
that grew out of my gazes:grass of lions
with a shell in my hand she held me past
the Wasteland that follows every hope image or flower
the blood and the mire of human ties
dark magnetricks
matrix of dreams illusion beams
Alice is my bride,
and all is right in the shadows
all is hole all is holy all is hologrammmmmmmmm
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