do you think we could get married tonight / or today, it's your choice / with the moon as our preacher / the stars and plants as our guests / you in your white blowy dress and your roses / bright against your pale skin /me in my dark skin tight gown / honey suckle honeyed against my ebony skin / do you think we could get married tonight / or today, it's your choice / do you think we could get married, my beautiful day?
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Poetryin which a teenage girl writes about girls, goddesses and other shit. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 2016
