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Destiny

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4 poems·Since November 2012
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Her

November 16, 2012
Broken bottles on the floor Cocaine dispersed out on the table Needle punctured in her arm As her mind remains unstable Heroine flowing through her system Her brain tripping out on shrooms Her life is slipping away before her From the things that she consumes Unknowledgeable of the little girl Peeking in from behind the door And even if her daughter caught her eye She wouldn’t even recognize her anymore Her husband comes barging through the door Says he’s taking their daughter and leaving her behind Forges her signature on the divorce papers Since she couldn’t see the lines Unaware of what just happened She grabs the bong and starts to inhale Something’s gone terribly wrong with her Her body slowly starts to fail Reaches onto the nightstand And pops in a few meds A couple weeks later Officials found her lying there dead.
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