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Footsteps trail through the snow
Following a killer from long ago
My mind wants to know
If he would go down my block and stalk
Planning on his next shot
Had he stood in front of my house in the summer of 76'
When my mom was just a child and my aunt a type he'd hit
Had they encountered this monster in passing while walking down the boulevard?
Or be a consideration but never took it that far
The fear had been set about when the son of sam would hit
Until the summer after 76', where fear became reality in front of a Northern Queens residence
It wasn't the place I know, but too close though
That I could walk in the killer's footsteps
As I walk down my block

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