The Wedding Guest
I assume a diamond flawed
by a world the most at best
comforts one she ever awed,
when he was the Wedding Guest.
I demand a flower culled
from the garden where his cries
echoed to the often dulled,
by them forged to lullabies.
I construct a dream whose walls,
made of cloud and made of clay,
vanish when the curtain falls,
when the night returns to day.
I pretend a man who tried
keep her love until love died.
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