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glasses, a pair of glasses
I used the term ‘a pair’. See, W. 
sometimes I do pay attention to technical terms
 
my feeling of unreality, where does it come from?
after putting the glasses in the drawer
the drawer shut, opened again
the glasses are gone
three times in a fortnight
walking out of my room 
I bump into a cat
its fur feels softer each time
I almost lose myself in details
 
but there are some cats one no longer needs to greet
final impression of the drawer: it’s simply closed
when I ask someone, what kind of flower is this? she replies joyfully: this is morning glory

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