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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