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 Posted: Sat 20:28, 07 May 2011 Post subject: Elements of Allure |
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when the network encounters the reality of life experience as a dream experience when the truth ... ... who think perhaps you Dilaotianhuang ... ...
many chores this time, heavy labor, for me the alienation had been relying on the text there is a deliberate addition to frustration.
been trying, do not think did not want to write, reading lamp is no longer in the back and forth to arouse feelings of other people's stories of their own years.
accidentally falling curl finish the text in matters of the heart who will be passing breeze picked up?
and they are what I dream of beautiful and exquisite mistake!
getting stranded text. This is not to adhere to, and to how long?
recently, often marked by two sudden sneezing, often will want to love my friends nagging me in it!
inner joy will be in the face of a beautiful flower to bloom. This feeling of unrequited love is so the temptation to be replaced.
August. The Meteors this season, this border town this summer but in the interpretation of a cloudy day. Anti-weather woven provoke the early summer heat cool.
occasionally leaning against the window and pondering the day the child-like clouds on the wind playing with thousands of gesture is not out. That is not the wind and the rain clouds tear pain.
August. How time seem all Shiru Di. Less the taste of the sun.
August. The joy of the reunion, carving a permanent happiness.
August. Years will eventually be reduced or hidden [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the old into the memory bit by bit, including you and me [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], him and her.
August. My words and my man. As the morning sun was bright. Words a little less so suffused with the taste of the vicissitudes of depression.
do not want too much from the text in mind finishes, and glossy text that seems on the makeup of the actors.
worth of thoughts here, I have always been the ownership of land.
Pandora's box here [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], as I collect my happiness and helplessness. Collection of warmth and sunshine. An easy, I
here three years young. And has the best pure.
August wind blew my arm to bring a touch of refreshing. Bring to mind the shallow pleasure.
like their arms in little by little it sank. So, I can forget worldly ulterior motives, so that the mind clear and enjoyable.
August day in such a sentence stippling. I wrote the surprisingly quiet period when the word was actually smiling.
that the memory is nothing more than feelings of many [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], many souvenirs. Nothing more than a feeling dried specimens.
too close to the memories of this day to remember with warm feelings, the truth of some of the pale. Doping is not the slightest Xibei included.
this day last year, in addition to fixed in the
or memorial ceremony to commemorate? Walked along, gradually realized that all the world brotherhood, thickness, intimacy, not to seek the original come.
some things from the thin end into the prime years of the touch of breath ... ...
September. Across time such as about to ... ...
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