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Old Tingri - Tibet - 2 August 2009

Old Tingri – Tibet – August 2, 2009

The thoughts heal in scars, while my eyes follow the dread of my steps. I eat my envy, I drink my dreams the scratch is coming obsessed by the flesh [of myself] that sound is dropping but grows and grows and grows fed by a noiseless noise, distressed by a scratch.

Obscurity fills the vacant souls seeking for warmth rotten fruits, decaying blossoms ask for more [razor relief] cluster of teeths, scentless wine down my throat I will never ever feel alone!

A whirling whistle resounds, awaiting for the call, passive to this life I eat my ways, eat my days [gone] the scratch is coming obsessed by the flesh [of myself] that light is weakening but glows and glows and glows fed by a restless rest, distressed by a scratch.

I look through the glass, I cannot stand the weight [of my ineptitude] I am inside of me, I can see a glimmer opened [with a razor blade]

Obscurity fills the vacant spirits seeking for more rotten fruits, decaying blossoms ask for love [blade relief] cluster of teeths, scentless wine down my belly I will never ever feel alone!

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