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The small hands of a child Are innocent Reaching for fake animals Or candy bars. But his mother Says he shouldn’t have been here His father Never kisses him. He has nothing to reach for. A child can be born without innocence. Small hands can do more Than reach for fake animals Or candy bars. A tiny killer, he is.
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Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
Tiny Killer
The small hands of a child Are innocent Reaching for fake animals Or candy bars. But his mother Says he shouldn’t have been here His father Never kisses him. He has nothing to reach for. A child can be born without innocence. Small hands can do more Than reach for fake animals Or candy bars. A tiny killer, he is.
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Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
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