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How many times do I think, today I think
It will be published in tomorrow's paper
Alas, where is my poem?
He hides his face in the light of day
I will never get him back.
I woke up in the middle of the night
Awesome poetry
Colorful decorations come out in the form of ornaments
Narrow waist, advanced NASA
Soft cheek silky lips
Yaksa goes only to the body of the poem
Inside the lost abyss of oblivion.
My innumerable poems day and night
Lost, in public or
In secret dreams.
I am afraid this poem is too difficult for me to understand, feel it. Perhaps @heartbeat1515 can feel it?