Blooming flowers, ready to shower blissfulness,
Sparkling sky with tenderness...
An insane girl sits alone.
Mourning......
For a long time,
Grime on physique,
Wipe with pure love.
Her eyes were filled with tears.
Her lips, Impulse
Her hands, Shivers,
Her legs, Waggles,
She shudders,
The memories of sensual desires...
Dragging her into the world of disgust and hope...
hope to cope,
With better essence...
The sense of well-being...
She demolishes..
The passionate one,
To manifest the upcoming godsend...
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