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| classical love paintings |
As a gamble loser,
Disordered heart, beats now.
Skin, I feel now tortured and appear,
As a snake biting blue.
Oh, I forgot the nature's law
'' Putting our hands into a snake hole'',
Death is almost sure.
Love, sometimes really
is a venomous snake hole.
hahaha...agreed love is really like a snake hole sometimes...
ReplyDeletethank you
DeleteLove can also be a "red, red rose" :)
ReplyDeletethank you
DeleteLove, always really
ReplyDeleteis a venomous snake hole..:)
thank you
DeleteOh! Some bad experience.
ReplyDeletelol,thank you
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