Poem -
Mother.
Mother of sin. Mother of pain. A mother who I probably won't see again.
The house is quiet, their's nobody there except my little brothers carcus.
She burdens the pain and suffering that I brought her. She doesn't talk. She acts.
That's why she stopped replying back.
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this is so sad, and yet so poetic. i am hesitate to say more.
Thank you!