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Black dresses at her wedding, the groom dies before "i do."
The bride weeps at his feet, shes weeping for u.
Cold mornings she could not bear.
down the barrel, down she stared.
The silent room pops.
her white dress, now in crimson polka dots.
her groom has been waiting.hes waiting for you.
...now in hell they say" i do.."
- by proxy of sorrow |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/05/2010 |
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- Disturbia1412 - 07/05/2010
- dude i fukkin love that it amazing!
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- Morgi_On_The_Moon - 07/05/2010
- awww thats is really goodi like it, short and snappy full of emotion 5/5
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