he's twenty
maybe.
short haired, white.
blue eyes
carved into wet diamonds.
lean but muscled. his jaw
clenched in
anger as he swears, his arms
swimming forward
towards what?
I see him, or is it them.
it's hard to decide how many
are within.
a legion
perhaps.
this too was the bride.
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