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From the nest roughly woven of wires,
Where the memory chips were tangled,
Cuckoo hatchling gazed into my eyes
And to what is below, gently mangled.
So I gave it a name for some reason.
Old familiar name. The Stargazer.
Pursued one I will never imprison
Introduced a new mate to the razor.
Taken out of the game, waste of hope,
Face to face with disgrace of my masters.
Ruined nest gave rise to misanthrope.
Hatchling's love caused immature disasters.
Born again lonesome and disrespected,
How could I make my mind so dirty?
Am I now the Star you expected?
For your innocent fault, little birdie.
09.04.23
Кардамон Зелёный
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