The eyes are precise and the face is concise
The nose and the ears and the lips are the same
The smile is broken but the name remains
As I stare into the dark iris of my pupil
I tell myself, ‘Little did you know’
He looks up at me, almost innocently
Saying, would you rather have known?
You stay in your world as I will mine
Leave me to a life of my own
Buddy, leave me to a life of my own.
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