a bell to ring on a finger
a couple to wed lock in bedrocks ways
simple pleasures
an accumulation of memories
enough to spend energies on expectations
buried in between four walls
in between one sheet
he for she
for eternity
until death severs parts
that the heart would not trot
yet perfection lingers and floats
like the souls of the solstice
ghosts angry and hopeless
all for you,
they do.
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