Her dress is
Tied, a cross-grain
Ribbon
Moist hair is
Moist hair is
Tied, a tight
Chignon
He wanders in
He wanders in
Like Monday morning
No words he says
No words he says
No words needed
No words spoken
He unlaces his boots
He unlaces his boots
His smile, a token
Ribbon slides south
Ribbon slides south
Hair, doesn’t matter
All to the wayside
All to the wayside
Hearts pitter-patter
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