her death was a tragedy

so young

so talented

a life wasted

her parents

and sisters

her friends from work

and high school

all came to lay lillies on her grave

they didn't understand her suicide

but they understood her pain

they all felt it

and some days when the air is bright

her family goes to the cliff

and lays morning glories

on the cross there.

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and alice bright and golden fair

with twisting locks of wind-tossed hair

went to draw water from the well

in the gloaming

and looking in the careless deep

saw a man who sat and weeped

with bloodly hands and bloody teeth

in the gloaming

and alice climbed into the well

to save the man beneath the swell

and alice climbed

and alice fell

in the gloamimg