Stop and think about it

The magnolia flowers were there. The magnolia flowers were rare.
White as white gold, white as milk, white as silk
of a bride’s dress, as the silence after a vow,
as a sheet stained with blood, as teeth in the widest smile,
white as the thought that was pure but forbidden.

White as the name that has yet to be written.

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