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w88 online live casino Rose in the Undercurrent - Sacrifice·The Soul Lost in Kunming

Published: 2005-11-29 浏览次数:

The Strolling Warbler in the Tavern

Only the sapphire-like one is the most attractive

Nonsity is to keep expressionless from beginning to end

There are far-sighted eyes hidden behind the soft silk

A ridiculous hero

Arm stiff Put it into a specific shape

Only for one for the ladies Rely

Showing with all your heart on the colorless stage

Who can imagine the ending

Pain Struggle

Broken clown

Soiled coat

Snake-shaped short knife

Calendar

The man loomingly sitting at the bridge

Repeat

The falling wooden box sways a large splash of water

Then he left Vanished under the black cloak

The old bell rings

Hero's intoxication

That one gently stroked his cheek

Glossy feel

Smile in your eyes Like spring flowers

Feather betrayed the wings

The Holy Spirit abandoned heaven

The sword of duel reveals its fierce light

Skin fragments become wounded

Blood sings with Jesus' legs

There will always be a life-and-death

There will always be a winner and lose king

Even for

It's for women

The closed door of the tavern was opened by a narrow slit

No matter how bleak it is

That eye can also intimidate people's souls and pierce the atrium

The body is completely covered in dignified clothes

Broad and thick skirt

Classified Feather Fan

Slight tremor between breathing

Covering the bottomless gaze

Take the remaining half of the cigarette to ashes in turn

Then kiss your chest with your left hand

Brush by

The corners of the lips slightly raised

Dear

What do you want to say

What did you think

What did you not do

Soft body under your feet

Your seemingly harmless smile is trampled upon

Lying quietly by the sunny water

The whole body is coated with a holy aperture

That is just a corner of the green manor

Secretly growing roses without watering

Even if it falls in love with the red river

Will not bloom blue flowers

(Article source: Woye Literature Society)

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