indeed the very eyes
that stare me back in the mirror,
that you know so well,
ceased to exist sometime ago.
And in their place.
A new despondency formed.
With a great crash it fell,
Like a hatchling it falls from the nest,
Away from care or worry.
And even now it ceases to care about anything,
But why it is on the ground.
And what would be nice to eat,
at around noon.
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