I tried to capture the consciousness and the relationship between the new life coming and the presence of the death of something essential for us in the similar time period. There's always something that's being born and always something that's dying. 
With the arrival of new life into the world, my dreams and hopes died. Ironically, the world collapsed like a house of cards. A metaphorical poem. About lactation psychosis, a woman who lost herself. About a woman who lost her child. 

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