Marriage

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I dreamt about getting married

There were flowers in my pinned up messy bun

My gals were hyping me up to get ready,

I looked in the mirror

So numb, appalled

The thought of finding someone that

Wants to settle down with me

Shook my very core.

Did I force them to marry me?

Were we forced into a marriage?

I wouldn't know the person that I would marry

The face would be a blur.

I argue with my subconscious

For never giving me a face of who I am going to be with

But I love the feeling of one day

Knowing that someone out there would choose me

To be their arguing partner, a person that listens to my bickering

One that can handle my curiosity in everything

And the very being that shares learning experiences with me

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