Who calls my name
when I am absent
from the stage?
Do you want me
for the endgame, my
future decided beforehand?
Until you come back
I will remain in
shadows of time to come.
The grape seed extract
and your brown
irises have, become water lilies.
And I catch fire
in midstream, when
night was feeding the moon.
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