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Monday, July 21, 2008

White Day

The scent of lilies fill her senses
they tremble in her anxious fingers
the blossoms as white as her skin,

a body draped in matching white cloth
aches before the mirror, her reflection
reaches out to dry fearful tears,

footsteps on the stairs warn of happiness
the girl inside the bride freezes
as she prepares to give herself away.

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