Within the fair estate,
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beyond the locked cast iron gate,
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tenth bedroom on the left,
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second floor,
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daughter has just locked the door
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She digs in her purse for the vial
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Within the fair estate,
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beside the pristine china vase,
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as mother's cold eyes scan the room
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Perfect, white
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Not a speck of dust in sight
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She's startled by the stereo upstairs
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A daughter's heart racing toward a flatline with no brakes
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Toward a glow-white E.R. to match the mansion
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Fashionably sterilized staring eyes close
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Within the fair estate,
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doctor's attention came too late to stop the amphetamines
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Mother's love for the girl,
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or lack thereof,
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had curled its icy fingers around her throat
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Where were you when I needed you?
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Within the fair estate,
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beside the most luxurious grave,
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mother's eyes are melting ice
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Above the moon warns it will be winter soon,
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burying her engraved name in snow
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The Fair Estate
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| DESA |
