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Child, Doubtful, Hopeful, Miserable, Results of war, Sad, Trustworthy?, Unknown, War, Who is who?
She sat right there
Hiding behind the table
With tousled hair
Sniffling and pitiable
Open bloody palm
She looked at her cat
That lay dead and calm
On a fine Persian mat
Twas her only family
Now slain by a slug
She sighed wearily
There was no one to hug
She was trembling
I hoped she’d hear me
She didn’t reply
And why ever would she?
How was she to know
That I was not the devil
Ready with a blow
And raring to kill?
How was she to sense
That I too ached and pined
And wished for defence
Just like her tortured mind?
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