darling, do you remember?
the night i found you there
six feet under woodland moss
you were too bloodied to care
i pulled you from the roots
the trees held you as their own
you folded into my calloused hands
i said “my love, we’re going home”
carrying you from the forest
a trail of blood swam on our tail
the pellets beat down on your skin
first signs of a reckoning hail
the years came and went
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