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Friday, May 08, 2009

Bride

The blood-speckled
veil
lands at the hands
of the groom
whose feet,
raging with
indignation
demand that his pair of hands
cast
the veil like
an afterthought
to the back of his head
so that his lips
may spew venom
and his eyes
may cry deceit
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