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A New Oz

 Glass hammers an ambiance of
space,
vibrations of shape but without
containers.
Colors lacking fixated hue- not
filling
between the lines and

Dorothy, in league with the
Witch
cohabitate a new Kansas
green
skin melting into ambiguity;
red
slippers lack the continuity of

A certain fair bubble-clad
maiden’s
ego-trip-No magic will undo
wrinkles.
In open creation, needless becomes

Association- Delegation- Definition
Voice
can be the song or the sung
Art
then might be the seconds to come.
Emotion,
guessed shadows, beads of pungent
Sweat.
Written by tonaleclipse
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