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Aug 2015
A mother's love is forever,
Though her baby's life may not be.
The heavy death weights
Sitting upright on her tight
Making it harder to breathe.
Quietly, softly, he did not make a sound.
Though she searched frantically
In the heat of the night
Under pressure and cracking
Leaning over the caged bed and hearing
No still beating heart was found.
The heaving sobs in the night.
The sweltering chest pains of the next day,
They would linger over her constantly,
If she insisted to visit that grave.

She had turned him into a life,
And now forever separated.
Her love as strong as rock,
Now crumbling and faded.
If her baby's eyes were green,
The world made them super jaded.
And now he wastes away.
A life that was prematurely complicated.
Luna Jay
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Luna Jay  18/F/North Carolina
(18/F/North Carolina)   
     Lior Gavra and NV
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