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Gone

She lies motionless in her dingy chair,
With a frozen face and an empty stare.
The smell of dog piss fills the air,
All the while she sits without a care.

I call her name, but no one’s home,
She’s somewhere in the twilight zone,
And so I write to her this poem;
Because the mom I had is gone.
Written by NewBeginnings
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Author's Note
I miss you, Mom...
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