The Bride
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Mark Heathcote
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Hewn from the strata of galaxies demure
inured with witchcraft heartbreakingly, pure.
The bride wears her wedding dress like it's haute couture.
Dressed in her heavenly gown made by Channel or Dior.
A vision poised, sumptuously dressed and veiled
she - supernatural swan-like sailed
stunningly intoxicating like-a-little creature divine
takes the groom's arm and whispers thou shall be mine.
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