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Lace and flowers

Trimmed to perfection

Songs and whispers fill the atmosphere

Sweat and rivulets

restrained by the painter

Sometimes I wonder

why we'd waited for so long

For our bosoms to sag

before the bells

For the smiles to weaken

before the vows

When virgins are no more

And their songs are despair

When the eyes darken

And our milky teeth turns sour

The suitors embrace padded bosoms

And touch lax skin

That the smell shall be fresh and the smile shall be shy

That the bride shall be in the dawn of youth

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 17, 2015 ⏰

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