Ai
The soft touch of the rose naturally comes out with the scent of such fresh perfume in all colors of bouquets, chasing self-approval
found a blooming cloud from which she does not know how to get out, as if this world is easy to transform, digest the triple power completely on one, it was unfair, fortunately, she somehow saved herself from them
roses became like iron made
Who thought she was blooming through them all
clicking on a matcha-flavored cookie,
she already knew that being free is the only healing wave ....
written some days ago
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