Glass slices across her moonlit skin
Crimson flows and drips on the grass
Tears swim across her eyes,
She remembered the greatness before the depression.
Her mother baking in the kitchen,
The chaos her brothers caused...
A smile flickered on her lips
A laugh had bursted from her
She dropped the shard of glass
And Returned back home
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