Escape
all the plants
in my terrarium
are plastic
the rocks
the gravel and
the hammock
where I sleep
after someone feeds me
changes my water
through the winter
I have slept
under my 100 watt sun
but now spring has come
my eyes cloud over
I remember
the next time they come
all they will find
in this plastic world
is my old empty
skin
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