To Jaycee

Little girl
We’re searching for you
Little girl
We’re blind and dumb
Little girl
Your screams as our clue
Little girl
We’re trying to come

Little girl
Your body, black bruised
Little girl
No clean flesh left
Little girl
Your spirit, misused
Little girl
You soul, bereft

Little girl
We hear a faint moan
Little girl
Of hellish woe
Little girl
We wish that we’d known
Little girl
Long, long ago
The End

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