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Wedding Dress

When you were four years old
Twirlability was your guiding rule
for dressing every day
And now you choose
from all the mountains of
satin and lace this you choose this
dress constructed as flower petals
just before they bloom
You choose the dress that twirls
and swirls and opens around you
You, who were lured here by love
You, who dislike poetry
You, who mistrust sentimental tears
You choose a dress this lovely dress shaped
like dreams for the future laced
in every seam with memories
a dress intricate as a flower
a dress layered as a poem

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