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she married herself

dressed up in white

stunning she looked

mirror reflected a thunderstorm

she had a ring on each palm

and then she adorned one on each hand

she read her vows

she kissed herself on the mirror

she undressed and made love to herself

she had a perfect life

she wanted tragedy

she wanted to be receiving a soldiers uniform when adorned in white or

walking over a sea of red

here nothing was tragic

every other day amidst thunder reflecting on that mirror

she prayed for tragedy

it didnt arrive

nor did she marry him

but she married her self

she is her own widow

she is her own wife

i am not her husband