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Why do I go into the talklamakan desert To trace the steps of my love His gentle Buddha like face Engraved in both Mind and heart. I travel with a broken heart.   Why do I go into the talklamakan desert To see the last places That my love Went to. The memories Of our coupling Seared into my being I travel with a broken heart Why do I go into the talklamakan desert To find the disembodied Soul of my love Memories of talking about the teachings Bookmarked in the heart. I travel with a broken heart. Why do I go into the talklamakan Desert To be reunited with my love Into a place of souls and demons It’s night I sleep next to A watch tower Hearing: “nga kayrangla gawpo nebo, I always will!” Was this the last place he went I travel with a broken heart. I dream of the times in Lhasa When you were still with me Coupling in the eachothers arms. Then I hear his voice “Nga kayrangla gawpo yo nebo, I always will!” I awake in the middle of the night In the middle of the talklamakan I finally see him Still that monk I loved But he was undead I did not care We embraced And kissed Our tounges danced We both wanted to couple But he was a zombie And I was alive. I hold him As if he was so precious I gently kiss him And I walk into a town Crying to my self.   I traveled with a broken heart.
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Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 7:14 AM UTC
Talklamakan
Why do I go into the talklamakan desert To trace the steps of my love His gentle Buddha like face Engraved in both Mind and heart. I travel with a broken heart.   Why do I go into the talklamakan desert To see the last places That my love Went to. The memories Of our coupling Seared into my being I travel with a broken heart Why do I go into the talklamakan desert To find the disembodied Soul of my love Memories of talking about the teachings Bookmarked in the heart. I travel with a broken heart. Why do I go into the talklamakan Desert To be reunited with my love Into a place of souls and demons It’s night I sleep next to A watch tower Hearing: “nga kayrangla gawpo nebo, I always will!” Was this the last place he went I travel with a broken heart. I dream of the times in Lhasa When you were still with me Coupling in the eachothers arms. Then I hear his voice “Nga kayrangla gawpo yo nebo, I always will!” I awake in the middle of the night In the middle of the talklamakan I finally see him Still that monk I loved But he was undead I did not care We embraced And kissed Our tounges danced We both wanted to couple But he was a zombie And I was alive. I hold him As if he was so precious I gently kiss him And I walk into a town Crying to my self.   I traveled with a broken heart.
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Toxicyeti
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Toxicyeti
29/F/Almonte
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 7:14 AM UTC
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