In the soft forest,
Dark eyes watch curiously,
Gleaming, hinting life,
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Thin tendrils of vine,
reach out, calling me to them,
to join with nature,
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glowing eyes searched mine,
for any hint of malice,
but I just passed by,
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little doe steps near,
with a curious intent,
but Mom calls her back,
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eyes free of guilt stare,
judging our horrid actions,
questioning our humanity,