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Dornish Bastard May 2015
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.
Three haikus. Sansa Stark married Ramsay ******* Bolton. Hate that guy.

— The End —