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Tears on the Frame

by princesscora1

There she lays,
All warm in her bed
With thoughts of Angles
In her small head
This picture makes me cry,
For her and what you did
Why did you have to hurt her?
She was just a Little Kid!
I cannot belive she`s gone
She was a lovely little dove
Like a wonderous miracle
Sent from up Above.
Father, how could you?
Hurt little Fawn
I canot belive you
And now she is gone.

Tears on the Frame

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