[This is a work of remembering dreams. Please forgive me for any inaccuracies in the logic of the dream. If you find it unpleasant, you are right.
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In the wild ditches in the countryside, green algae grows endlessly.
It likes to stick to the water surface, and can also stick to girls' ankles.
It grows secretly and spreads in my heart.
It is the maggot of the tarsus, silent but never disappearing.
Holding up the trembling soul: Don't forget, don't forget—
Don't forget your sin.
Intention: I dreamed about it and wrote it blindly.