I could not believe,
Believe it
That,
That my son,
Son
Would
End,
End up
As,
As an addict.
Heavens fell
Down over,
I lying,
Lying desperate,
Exasperated,
Devastated and ruined
Seeing the waste-land imagery,
Trying to reconstruct and resurrect.
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