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Beneath the white snow of her flowing gown, a beauty is motionless. Waiting for her moment as wilted rose petals fall motionless, crimson tainting her purity. The words still lingering, buried within never to be exhumed from her thoughts. This bride forever waiting , still holding on to the rose, she is wilted like it, but her beauty is motionless as others cry.
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Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
A Bride Of No Vows
Beneath the white snow of her flowing gown, a beauty is motionless. Waiting for her moment as wilted rose petals fall motionless, crimson tainting her purity. The words still lingering, buried within never to be exhumed from her thoughts. This bride forever waiting , still holding on to the rose, she is wilted like it, but her beauty is motionless as others cry.
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Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
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