Greed, the Common Factor
All that you clutch
You will lose:
You have to.
All that you think you own
Is not yours:
It must be lost
For it is a mere vision.
And then your hurt
-Yours-
Is real, is it not?
No decision.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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