Sibilant whisperings
Greeted me
For it was
I
Who stole
their glee
The
gathering
Looked
upon me
As the architect
Of their
misery
They could
barely
Keep their
hate inside
At this
wedding
Without a
bride
It was all
my doing
With my
petty jealousy
And with
it in me
I had made
her flee
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