Her Name Was Elle – Dead Deer

Her Name Was Elle

I saw her, she fell.
An elegant ankle, turned
Black skirt, black tights, black shoes.
Standing there, I too fell.
Her name was Elle.

I rushed, where she fell,
She whimpered, I asked,
You hurt? You need? You want?
Helping there, I too fell.
Her name was Elle.

Today I wrote  between 11:35 and 11:45.  I was prompted by an idea here.

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