W e t L i p s:)
Be mine on the dark path of the struggling life
Hold me tight on the interval of the ancient theater
kiss me on the wet lips of mine with all your feel
Let me breathe on the vines of your::
A girl on the window
A girl on the window if beauty has its picture then this is it. the day was going to end with all its tiredness and restless work the young evening was taking place his feet on to the earth the speedy train moving on his rails taking all passenger's emotion and attachments the wind was entering into all the compartments of the train without the permission The girl looking out of the window have seemed to have a bulk of thought son her mind From her fresh face, one can notice the silent enjoyment of her perhaps she was counting the mountains the trees crossing her window of the train.
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