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I wake up early in the morning again today.
I’m looking around at the stars one by one.
Climb to the top of the sky
When I look down at the frame below
Like a thumbtack, Park Anong only sees the soft back of the star’s head.
Did I tell you before?
Today again, I asked Dawn to carry me on my back.
From the spark of the first star to the thoughts of the last star,
From the chest pick of a near star to the name of a small star, Yeonong is
Every single thread that has become soggy disappears.
Today there are no stars or doors
I’m going to write down that I’m digging up two stars.
Indeed, the length of five years is
Moon’s nails were cut a lot – I trimmed them a little closer.
It’s been a long time since I read a poem, but from the first page, I close the book because it’s too far away. What does it mean??