My reflection claims
He used to be an agent
Of a police so secret
Even he didn't know
Who they were.
His favorite partner
Was a retired seraph
Who'd gambled away
Three of her six wings.
My shadow's grown ragged.
Ashamed to be seen,
She urges me to go abroad
Only on moonless nights.
My name ages rapidly.
Childishly, it keeps picking up
Stray letters in the street
And sticking them anywhere.
Because of this it's become
Unpronounceable; people
Wishing my attention
Are obliged to flick my ears
Or throw things at me.
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