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I went to play on my swingset
Only to realize I was too big
The memories my siblings and I had made
Slowly rusted away
I touched each chain on the tire
I whispered the secrets we shared
Once there was a boy named Jack,
Whose family was in a state of lack,
To correct their financial down,
Jack was sent to town,
There he would make good of his vow,
And trade riches for his family' cow,
We know how this story goes, my friends-
The Witch, the tower, the Prince in the end-
Sometimes, a Dragon (just for a twist)
Perched tippity top, which is shrouded in mist-
She grabbed her pearl beads
And her room key
Left her soul in agony
Cold street corners
Search for donors
Empty handed she won’t be
Empty hearted, possibly
Dying slowly, audibly
