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Hi miss alice.In your glass eyes,what sort of dream are you seeing? Have you been entranced? Once again my heart has split in two and is pouring out. Struck in the patched crevices are trapped in space. Left behind. Hi miss alice. What fruitful lips.To whom do you blow love to? Is it lost? Is it frozen? Already I spin in my words. Feverish tongue of mine has turned the song of love cold.Can't be sung either. Still you do not answer my calls.