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The highway moaned beneath the wheels,
as shadows danced on moonlit fields.
Three deer stepped out — no time to cry,
just blinding lights, then lullaby.
Their bodies stilled in crimson bloom,
the forest hushed, the air like tomb.
The stag stood frozen, soaked in red,
with rage for all the blood they bled.
◄◄⠀▐▐ ⠀►►⠀⠀ ⠀ ₁:₃₂ / ₃:₃₂ 🔇 ───○ 🔊⠀ ᴴᴰ ⚙ ❐