Every time I wake up it feels like I've been hit by roundhouse kicks by black belts
What I would've given to be in our many of love nests understand I am now a shadow of who I was your concert your lover your for bidden patch even though I was a nun
That was at your assistance that I became a Buddhist nun and I wanted to be with you. It was very hard
To be from pure, Twice and now to being dead
It's strange
To be undead
Soul rocks inside the body as it lives on I should've died with you
Call Forever is the kindness and compassionate you have given me and teached me
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In love with a monk
PoetryMake me scream "om mani padme hum!" As we do loving things Made it on Amazon and good reads #1-Poetrycollection 9/11/2022
