Hunting prohibited

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To care is a deadly game.
A hunt.
With hunters and deer.
In dark woods
On blood soaked ground.
Rush of frantic pulse from running
Towards, then away from.
And as snow covers the beaten tracks
the hunted gets trapped.
The shivering deer
Becomes a game.
Dear deer,
I have always felt a strange bond
With your beautiful, big eyes.

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