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Walk

On your

Broken feet

Carry the fawn

It has two heads

Its lifeless form

Looking back at you

With glassy eyes

Melding

With your frame

Nature and beauty

Are torn

Delicate form

Vulnerable soul

A monster becomes you

One of old

Transformed

By a lifeless will

It cannot be seen

It cannot be touched

You are the fawn

It grows inside you

It will outlive you

You will not be reborn

At the top of the hill

You watch the world below

Writhing with life

You have two heads

You feel one pushing out

Trying to see

Seeds

Are planted

In your mouth

When they bloom

They burst from you

Face

Yourself

Your new

Self

Victim

Of nature's

Apathy of reason

You have two heads

One faces within

It lives in darkness

The world is internal

A phantom head

The corpse of a fawn

You try to ignore it

It will replace you