Come let's look
The bridesmaid called
The groom is beautiful than the bride
And her acquaintances are here
Her matted marbles never shone
Celebrated designers hung
Like a plastic sun
Dissolved in her troubles...her runs
The groom smiles stuck some daggers
Through the competitors and beggars
Of her wares...tongues wager
At their unconstitutional drama
The lovers matched in stilettos
Acquaintances see only their wares of ego
Blunted by a novice in silhouette
Smiling at hardened calcified anger of lost wallets!
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