Cold Hit
Strangled:
Zero in on crime
Throat slashed
Night stalker slayings
DNA links
155 registered
Sex offenders
225 tons of fear
Lifeless legs
A piece of trash
We always mourn
the loss of a child
Thursday flowers
Public order
20 lashes, series
Of rampage
Murders buried
Beneath debris
Technical indecency
Prepare for the worst
Death always went
With the territory
{Poem by Lauren Whitlock}
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