I don’t remember when
the girl of myself turned her back
and walked away
for a while lost
in the ignorance of loving
someone or something, the world shrunk
I am so distant from the hope of myself
My days and nights pour through me like complaints
and become a story I forgot to tell.
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade
Soon I will raise my face for a white flag,
and when God enters the fort,
I won’t spit or gag on his finger.
I will eat it like a white flower.
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