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the morning after my marriage

I stood on a cliff

and thought about why it happened this way.

And when the wind pushed me forward,

the edge of my dress caught on a rock

and I didn't die that day,

so maybe

all I'm grateful for

is knowing that

death does not exist

within love,

even though it does feel like it sometimes.

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