i wake up i forgot
who i am, i look at...
i can't see anything
or connection ever
plants are colorless
people walk in silence
my feet swift to a fly
i sit alone by pond
i throw stone but it
didn't ripple a bit
i am thirsty, my throat dry
i feel pillow on my head
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