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That white cotton dress

blowing gently in the breeze

Has no recollection of the part, it played

Hanging there alone, on the line, as do I

Watching quietly as it lightly flutters

in the warm summer air

Sparks a memory of the first time I wore that dress.

The first time we met.

I was young, naive and trusting

The moon and stars watched on

as music seemed to play, out of nowhere

Those dreamy days of love and laughter

soon turned, as the clouds -

to red eyes and bruised knuckles

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I can't help but wonder what life would be like

if I'd never bought that dress

If we’d never met.

But we did, and now, as I put that dress on for the last time

I realize...

We were just living unedited