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A loss of orbit,
Her gravitational forfeit;
She no longer greets the moon

The galaxies have strayed,
From her intravenous decay;
A mind no longer in this celestial room

She cries tears of river floods,
And cascading molten blood;
That ravage at her innermost core

Now wildstorms of polluted rain,
Course destruction within sorrowed veins;

                                          
                                          Without
              ­                                    Her Sun,
                                                        My ******

Cannot Endure.
Little piece about a recovering addict dealing with the loss of her son and navigating the subsequent relapse. Have a few more pieces in the works around this story!

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