in her gown,
crying, she ran out of her
own wedding
down the middle of king
street,
her white dress flowing
behind her.
she was chased
by her friends her
mother, even the priest
took chase.
only the groom stayed
behind, standing
at the altar,
giddy and relieved,
the look of reprieve
on his smiling face.
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