![]() Alice's MisfortuneA Poem by Miss Mary JaneCovenlike gypsies dancing in circles. Tortured, twisted, contoured, masks fell to the floor. Out of my eye I saw a door.
The bottle floated before my eyes. "Drink Me," was what was prescribed. To lose it all, to grow small.
© 2009 Miss Mary JaneAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on March 20, 2008 Last Updated on May 22, 2009 Author![]() Miss Mary JaneKnoxville, TNAboutMy name is Mary Jane, I'm just another character brought on to you by the gods. I believe in mystical adventures to heighten the passion of life. I like to go out into nature and worship pagan deities.. more..Writing
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