Self-portrait with Fake Plant


It seems we've lost another -
Beyond repair and crinkled
like scrunched up paper
but more fragile.

A pity, really -
Such a pretty head
fell victim to negligence
and a lack of sunlight.

I fear this really is the last time -
Trust can only go so far
before it breaks.
It's time to face our last resort -

Here is a plastic one.

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