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She is actually the product of the combination of warm and charming red and free blue like the wind, which is psychedelic and ethereal.
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Like her, at the moment I wrote about her, my fingers couldn't help trembling. I carefully drew her figure with the tip of my pen, jumping at my fingertips so gently and lovingly.
I like her. At the moment I read her, the tip of my tongue touched the tooth door, and a gap leaked from my lips, making her tender and affectionate disappear from my mouth.
I like her. The moment I saw her, my pupils suddenly lit up, my eyes were dim, and the slender naughty girl crossed my heart.
I love her color very much. It's not long and there's no hurry. The faint mist, plus a little bit of her, is like an inescapable net, which makes people intoxicated and fall. A dime, a wisp of smoke, intertwined with each other, in the end, no one can find themselves, and no one can live without anyone. Rely on each other, add some gas, take away her, corrode my heart bit by bit, slowly deteriorate myself, gradually degenerate, where there is a turning back, where there is a shore, let her take herself into the deepest part of the darkness, dance with her, despise light and light, and know that she will definitely walk behind her until that first meeting.
Should be what you need.