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I stood snoring

The blunt tongue choked me

How often should you dream?

How is it possible to bathe our thoughts

In the disappointment of failure

The constant pressure of fluctuations

To withstand the wind

Swollen chaffs;

I do it without thinking

Be warned, fear

Hooping snorkeling

I see daydreaming

Until the sun shines

In colorful decoration