He is under his mother
She picks flowers for a dead wedding
Soft as a desperate rain
Close your eyes and hope for the best
He wants his mommy
Ceremony, wedding gown, flowers
She’ll cry latter
Passive aggressive moon
Emily Dickinson won’t be there
All the demands of an insecure boy
Her big day
Like a Kafka dream
The dressed up Oedipus
She looks so pretty in white
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She picks flowers for a dead wedding. Makes me envision a Grateful Dead themed wedding. Sounds fun: -)