Leave your time is too long, long have to touch you knife carved impossibly, touch you chilly kind. Only the dream, you be still so tall solemn, cold high solemn, frightened me with weak asylum. I this lifetime, must keep only about your residual dream.
They come and go, go and come, the tide general without limits. "without Busy soil, your heart will also lonely Lin? When I get back, I will stand at a distance will you looked, details, will you clasps, kiss...
I know, you are still standing silently, like any who also move. This is you -- I dream of residual soil Lin keep alone!
You don't really without feelings? From what when begin the cold and indifferent like you? You do not know the shy, I only Lin, your soil nude body himself only, towering clouds of his beautiful sunset breast revealed under useless, let -- you give your photograph people around, let that sticks full "civilization" hands petting you clean breast, let them in your eyelids wanton wildly under... You have no complaints, only consider ourselves as a silent scenery.
When I once again, is still home in the evening, you naked body was the sunset dyed red thin lens, you through the show for me the moment. Absence of you, so to comfort my heart? !
You red nude in the setting sun as if will burn, entice I will you clasps, will you touch, will you kiss - in this night will comes, my body and your together, my tears will burn you soak... I turned and walked to the light and dark place, cannot resist the handover back -- through the tears sticky wet lenses, you in dim night walking with graceful posture to me unless more and more close, and more and more fuzzy, vanished in the dark night, only keep a pillow unforgettable residual dream!
Soil Lin ah, I again familiar soil Lin, how can I know you? ! cheap coach bags
In my heart, in addition to memory, except for that a pillow residual dream, about you, what else? Since you have a name that moment, you will no longer belongs to who. But, my soil Lin, you standing there for millions of years, the experienced that many vicissitudes of life, is really not waiting for anybody?
If you can, I really want to hand you covered a thing I plant green outfit, no longer let your body and bare, no longer let your body is their wanton touch, no longer lets you... And let you only belong to you wait for a thousand
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