Strange Writing
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Yellow Brick Road

The clouds churn in the distance

thick like the smoke rising

from a forest fire

or an atomic bomb

Patiently circling

whispering

insinuating

Waiting to lift me up

and devour me whole

But the sun is beaming

lighting my way like the yellow brick road

I know I can get where I’m going

and click my heels to get back home

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