In Sanity

we must be
some where

i look at you
you look at

an endless poppy field
flowers matching ruby

shoes wanted by a 
water melted witch

which happens to
be a doppelganger

of hang on here
everyone in the

land of oz is
from kansas

but the hookah
smoking caterpillar

takes another drag
puffs and asks

but
who is
Glinda?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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