I will let you let the water runs dry
as you tear out a name and only a name
Even the door will be closed and locked
I know you sit down with clothes on there
I see it from your poetry/poetry/poetry/poetry
and thousand of your script/script/script/script
which you hide in cloud and stack of papers
which the name will never notice but me
Azmi, April 2020
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