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little shards under little feet

crush souls and catch our bones to shred

while we watch the blood moon set discreet

and our hearts wish that our minds were dead


little monsters running free

keep all our secrets far and wide;

they know the demons that we see

and they know how civilians manage to hide


little darlings play hide and seek

count from one and two and three

follow the floorboards every creek

find the body at the hanging tree


little eyes and broken skin

capture secrets we had to sell;

the flesh that keeps the mind within

hold horrors we can never tell

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