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Sunday, July 11, 2010

Of all the picturesque paintings, a shawdow lurks

Sitting, watching
The falling of white petals,
this one occasion of joy
where lovers profess
their love

The celestial piano begins
an intro to this ballad
this new beginning of Minerva
the end to her past

This fairytale ending
lo the fog machine breathes
this ending of aforesaid happily ever after
(deny forswear under oath)
as the priest begins

The ceremony ends,
applause, well wishes, hugs and kisses
as she walks back down the aisle
smiling in this occasion of joy
(alone, despair, this final ray of hope gone)

In this dressing room
Minerva smiles
that luscious, seductive, red lips of hers

oh doth she looks stunning
Her smile, of pure innocent joy
(destroys, corrupt, as i come crashing)

smiling to her past
as though a final goodbye
that past of dear Minerva
this perfect past of mine
.....

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