Warehouse Central Gyatso poems
 

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that moment, I raised the air nag, not to appeal for welfare ,Christian Louboutin D'Orsays, only waiting for your appearance ;
that daytime, I rotate a blind eye in the house at Xiang Wu , the suddenly listen you chanting the mantra ;
That January, I move all the chant wheels , not for salvation , only for the touch of your fingertips ;
year I kowtowing prostrate mountain , not for one crowd , only to near your warmheartedness ;
that I,Christian Louboutin UK, I turn water to the pagoda of Mt ah ,Christian Louboutin Shoes, not to repair the afterlife ,Christian Louboutin Discount, only course to look you another.
merely apt that night , I forgot all , yet the faith relinquished the cycle ,
only ,Christian Louboutin Mary Janes, and that was wailing in the Buddha Rose , have lost the age luster.