Tomorrow I leave for Beijing to drown in her noise.
Tomorrow I will leave Xinjiang and I will leave you there.
A two day train ride that will cross through small towns, ancient cities, and the Gobi desert,
will help me purge myself from you.
I will leave your face in one of it's quiet towns.
I will bury memories of you in it's ancient cities.
I will leave your name in the sands of the Gobi.
I will forget.
I will try.
Even if it kills me.
Tomorrow I leave for Beijing to drown in her noise.
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