Three, two, one,
The sisters spin,
Hands clasped,
Then one slips.

A ring, a home,
Life takes hold.
Innocence gone,
Turned to cynicism.

Go back now.
A time simpler,
Roles defined:
Big, middle, baby.

Fast forward,
No more reruns.
The roles reverse,
Hands outstretched.

Offering or taking,
A strange cycle
Of expectations
Unmet or unspoken.

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