II.
I ONCE WAS A FAWN
WITHOUT A HOMELAND,
EXILED TO THE FORESTS
DARK AND BEYOND.
IF WE MET AGAIN, HE WOULD SEE IN MY EYES
THE SPIRIT OF THE DEER HE HUNTED.
HE WOULD RECALL THE FOOTFALL THAT STARTLED HIM,
THE GAZE THAT ENVELOPED HIS VOICE
WITH A SUDDEN SILENCE.
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