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So now I lie in bed awake at night

To fight with nightmares of my little girl

Walking down a darkened alley one night

To rescue a kitten from a hobo -

The same hobo who killed and ate his own

Little girl so long ago, mistaking

Her for a spicy steak hamburger on legs.

Reborn insane with a love for stray cats

Who knows when next he'll strike and order in?

I toss and turn with her cot next to me

And wonder if this world's a place to be

A beautiful angel princess of light?

My foolish dreams of death screams and ice creams

Remind me newborns aren't safe from my fears.

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