The tale of my wedding is a mighty twisted one
Tensions ran high
Some serious monkey business went on
Trees grew inside the house
Outside, crushed lightbulbs glittered in the green lawn
Fortunately, when I look back, my wedding is a murky remembrance
full of mood but few details, an experience way far away
a lot like this image appears back where the hand meets the wall
and the unbuttoned lace sleeve dangles in the shadow
(Didn't intend the prose poem. But the text started pouring in centered and I liked the look.)
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