And i seem to remember, crashing your wedding on the 7th of December.
It took place in a floral setting and with the weather so tender.
With white windows and whining widows, sighing in intervals of clasped residual regret shaped minerals.
I saw the iron ingots weighing down on chests with frowns while you resound, beautiful, there in your wedding gown.
On your breath was a noun, coarse on my ears as you did pledge your patient years.
I was with the others in the crowd of regrets and mothers.
Cheering, while you spent every second peering deeper into quick sand with the swiftness that ring band encompassed your swayed hand. I seem to remember your wedding, except it hasn't been December, with the year still new and setting and without you ever marrying.
And yet, still, I crashed your wedding.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 2:24 PM UTC
And i seem to remember, crashing your wedding on the 7th of December.
It took place in a floral setting and with the weather so tender.
With white windows and whining widows, sighing in intervals of clasped residual regret shaped minerals.
I saw the iron ingots weighing down on chests with frowns while you resound, beautiful, there in your wedding gown.
On your breath was a noun, coarse on my ears as you did pledge your patient years.
I was with the others in the crowd of regrets and mothers.
Cheering, while you spent every second peering deeper into quick sand with the swiftness that ring band encompassed your swayed hand. I seem to remember your wedding, except it hasn't been December, with the year still new and setting and without you ever marrying.
And yet, still, I crashed your wedding.
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