23.12.04 - 1:57 p.m.

the happiest memory from my wedding day
is set to this song. it might be the clip clops or
the tambourine or the visions of people
dancing with me, in pairs or bow-tied, by themselves
the polaroids that serve as evidence that
certain people were once desperately
in love but have since fallen out and gotten mean
but if it catches me off guard it makes me tear up
and daydream, every time without fail.



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