you were wounded
in the deep dusk of the forest.
I saw your antlers
and began to weep,
your blood weeping from nine arrows.
At that moment in the clearing,
I finally saw your eyes.
Cupid has clearly been clumsy
and you’ve let me become lousy.
This deer was enormous,
and carried your face.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC
you were wounded
in the deep dusk of the forest.
I saw your antlers
and began to weep,
your blood weeping from nine arrows.
At that moment in the clearing,
I finally saw your eyes.
Cupid has clearly been clumsy
and you’ve let me become lousy.
This deer was enormous,
and carried your face.
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