Pungent Sorrow,
Carnations line the aisle of wedded bliss,
For the stench I could not bear,
Daggers penetrating my flesh,
Evil has a name.
You will make me call him....
What?
I dare not say,
Two by two,
One by One,
Carnations die and then there were none,
Decay of soul,
I can smell,
Wedded bliss?
Wedded hell.
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