The Bride

The bride jawbroken trapped
in the infirmary beauty was also the bride
of the altered poems. Where smut and someone miserable
is. The bride’s groom was a dungheap
swept away by delusions. The bride’s
nights unbearable. The groom
slunk often around and indulgently the bride
wailed also. Where also the bride was
a little poette.

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