Sits on her bed.
Teardrops blot
her wedding dress,
rivers of gold
lie naked
on henna hands.
Reflections of
a stranger’s face.
Perfection misplaced.
Shimmering diamonds,
crystals in stone,
break the mould.
I changed my mind
said
the girl with honey eyes.
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