The first day of spring she finally stopped breathing
Silent postscript to five days of waiting
Eyes wide open unblinking unseeing
She chose her moment well gracious to a fault
She waited til they had stopped watching
She waited til they were distracted
Smiling over pictures of her prairie gone-by past
Smiling over pictures of a girl with a mind like glass
Clear and sharp but shattered
Clear and sharp but shattered
Clear and sharp but shattered
And then she left
She left

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