Oz

Eighteen
A bar

She turns
Toto and scarecrow
Cackle

Those red shoes
Dont tap together

Glitter under strobing lights

And there they are
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Feasting eyes
Engulf this new place

This mardi gras of people
And for tonight

She is one
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She will follow the yellow bricks
And be swept in Oz tornado

Lips
Fingers

New sensations
In a whirlwind of awakening

Eighteen and straight no more.