Damage
The mother,
she misunderstood
the importance of money,
and, for her children,
pawned them
to catch a rich man.
The son,
powerful and broken,
he underestimated
the breadth of respect,
and fired up
abuse.
The daughter,
ripped,
she became as hard as loss,
and fought at someone else
who rang like the Liberty Bell
and died.
Ich cynic
monerati.
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