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You're the end of my wanderings
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Categories: youthfulness
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That gangly handsome man with a black duck tongue cap, obviously smiling lazily, a pair of ink pupils are so gentle and sentimental, like this garden full of roses, like this amber moonlight, like the warm evening breeze that hit his arms when he carried her and bravely jumped off this locked terrace. He loved to tease her so much that she had bitten him one, two, three ...... times. She was really a little liar who hid secrets, was adrift, had never tasted love...