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Jan 2014
Her intuition must have been clouded
by a Halloween's party drinking.

A beautiful young girl,
barely old enough to drink.

She took a ride offered
by a stranger and was ***** and murdered.

Left on the side of an old dirt road
deep in the back woods.

Only to be discovered in the November daylight
half naked from the waist down.

What kind of human being would
want to cover up such an ugly crime.

Why would he only come to get
two years under house arrest?

Why would society
even want to have him back..

He silently blends in amongst the crowd,
most never knowing not of his part.

Who is to say what he is capable of..
How is he able to sleep at night?

Perhaps he himself is a psychopathic,
The ******* ***** rat, just repulsive.

I cringe when I see him and have to hold my tongue,
I have the urge to do violence against him.


© 2014
Irving MacPherson
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