oz.
no fairytale land,
no prince
on a white horse.
no knight in shining
armor,
no disney,
no magical
kingdom.
no dream boat
running across
the sand.
but you can't let
go of such
notions. it's what
you were fed by hand.
it's what you were
told, what
you watched
and read
in books and movies
so long ago.
but you keep waiting
and waiting
as you look out
the window
hoping against hope,
slowly
growing old.
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