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The Bad Children

By Shva Star

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    By Molly Friedel
Three hungry children bit the hand that feeds,
All the dear children’s every need.
Never happy the children lament and complain.
They grind the bones with continuous bloodstain.
They scrape and they scar.
They keep the hand bound, it never gets far.
But the ties are invisible and sadly not real,
They are of the mind, so intense they must feel,
Sad and alone the three mouths are now still.