*White dress brushes snow,
Hair as red as weirwood leaves.
The wedding proceeds.
White branches reach out,
Leaves as ****** as its tears.
The wooden face weeps.
White smiles show malice,
Darker than her deepest fears.
Tonight she won't sleep.*
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
*White dress brushes snow,
Hair as red as weirwood leaves.
The wedding proceeds.
White branches reach out,
Leaves as ****** as its tears.
The wooden face weeps.
White smiles show malice,
Darker than her deepest fears.
Tonight she won't sleep.*
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