in the junkyard of her mind
with rabbit holes and beanstalks
he wanted to go on an adventure,
he wanted to go down the rabbit holes
climb the beanstalks
taste the fruit,
that grew in clusters
among the discarded memories,
memories that were left to ferment,
memories he wanted to help her forget.
only,
there was on complication;
the junkyard of her conscience
was rigged to explode.

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