Last poem! Hope you enjoyed these!
Living
Her smile fades as she leaves the crowded streets.
She can't pretend anymore.
She can't be satisfied with making good,
When the one who did it best
Is gone.
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A new life,
A new start.
Yes, he's with me,
But she's on her own.
Oh, how I've grown!
She's changed me forever.
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The Wicked Witch of the West is dead,
But Elphaba Thropp lives on.
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So, readers' choice - I can either:
Resuscitate one of my dead stories (Witches of the CLC, Our Oz's Good, etc)
Give Wicked the If/Then treatment based on whether Elphaba defies the Wizard or not
A fic about Fiyero on the road with Dorothy
Your choice!
Cheers,
Elle Dottore