The smell of alcohol lingered across the room as I heard my mother scream. The noise was so blinding. As soon as my father rushed up the stairs I knew..
Thebeautiful shining of my chandeliermade of crystal andold memoriesThose of my grandmother putting itupthose of my sister breaking the bulbsTheway it..
Stars fall at my feet,these are the glory daysMaybe sharpen up the stone with fire,I wish I never looked, I wish I never touched itLike a heart attack..
John the Baptist 2.0
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