Too Late
A desperate girlruns through the night
Towards a small house
just in sight.
Her feet trample
through leafy wood
And the girl is hoping
for something good.
Better than
the news she received
Of dashed hopes and
broken dreams
She sees the house...
and yellow tape
Now a crime scene
she came too late.
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