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She looked into my eyes
As we stood upon the eternal flame
Spirit hers, soul too
My Heart is no longer an organ of my control
For she holds the remote… These words I spoke right as she walked away from the altar and our future
Spirit hers, soul blue
My complection pale as she holds the heart of me
Blood drips upon the white dress in which encased her beauty
Which erased the holy matrimonial sacrifices made when I confessed my red matter to her

Jay G