i look at all
the people (in love) and
at bridezilla
shooting
off obscenities
at
postmen
and
i remember you,
your
face,
on
last year's (valentine) day. i
wish for love
this time,
that
it would find me, and
then
i would understand
this fuss
over trivialities.
i would get married,
barefoot,
in a field,
just to have your feet
walking
the same sweet direction
(as mine)...
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