The Dress Was Pink

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My dress was pink
Blush like brand new
Ballet slippers

I t w i r l in front of the mirror
My dress light and fluffy
Whipped frosting on my young figure

In your eyes, it was like
The package one struggles
to get into and yells out, to no
one in particluar… Why do they
make things so hard to open?!

I struggle to remember something
About you. A morsel I can hold out
As the reason we were together.
I Do recall — you snore
That wasn’t it

~ dMarie

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