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Jul 2018
You, my dear,
are very
much unlike
the rest.
Your antlers
have not yet
grown in
and you worry
they never will.
But the boy with
amber eyes
says that
yours will be
made of crystal
and not of
bone and
velvet.

© Copyright Pegasus 2016
Payton Hayes
Written by
Payton Hayes  Oklahoma City
(Oklahoma City)   
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