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Sep 2018
wedding bells
chiming over the sound of empty vows,
words formed in false tongues;
lies spoken with an audience

he loves me, he loves me not
become one meaning
as the flower girl spreads the petals
and the bridesmaids tread on them

witnesses standing at the alter,
allowing the truth to remain buried
with every syllable
as the wedding bells ring.
A marriage can start with deceit
Written by
Len May  F/UK
(F/UK)   
170
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