A white dress
misregards the stairs.
The frill, enjoys with those snares.
A corset, an embodiment to unsupress.
stands tall behind the glass
that poor white dress.

Pearls and stones
is what she owns.
Once and for all
she dazzles in the hall.
She is worthy of, for she is an hier
this princess, yet may not
It is a sweet nightmare.

A white dress stands out
a big mess on the floor
it is no doubt.
Again, misregarding the stairwell
I propose a toast...
I wish you farewell.


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