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Po Zi Ling · Leaving Blank
I have a brush of wind and dust, and I swear to break through — the outline held inside. Idly I discount and trade away the questions of the future; it takes no more than a lock laid on the soul.
People say, who in a former life was without fault — and so with my own hands I hand the heavy burden down and set it aside. From here on I will alter and add: three cries called aloud, one return to settle the debt of karma.
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