Irreplacable - You'll Pay.

An irreplaceable mirror One of a kind An irreplaceable memory Stored in a photograph The mirror, shattered Shards lying on the floor The photograph, tarnished Smeared with paint A room reeking of chemicals Belonging to an asthmatic. Being refused the refuge Of sleeping on the couch. A gouge in the wall A long, scratched line White smears across A brand new, silver surface. But we can't sue, Or complain Because your son Runs our Real Estate.

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