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配图 / Shinkiru Poem Not to Be Read at Your Wedding You ask me for a poem about love in place of a wedding present, trying to save me money.For three nights I’ve lain under glow-in-the-dark stars I’ve stuck to the ceiling over my bed.I’ve listened to the songs of the galaxy.Well, Carmen, I would rather give you your third set of steak knives than tell you what I know.Let me find you some other, store-bought present.Don’t make me warn you of stars, how they see us from that distance as miniature and breakable from the bride who tops the wedding cake to the Mary on Pinto dashboards holding her ripe, red heart in her hands. Beth Ann Fennelly #诗歌
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