The girl had the courage of the boy said: \ words, the colder the hearts of girls 『
not even retain the expression of what kind of lover
give me pleasure?』
Been a long time.. .
boy finally could not help saying: \ br> ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
\> boy then said: \..
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
morning I wake up, the boy has not
only a paper covered with writing under pressure in the warm Milk Cup
the first line, let the girls sank through the
\> and cry against the keyboard.
I want to keep your fingers to your finishing process,
you always forget your keys out,
I want to keep your feet running back to you open the door.
love You travel,
in their own cities are often lost,
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I must keep my eyes and show you the way.
month (good friend) come when,
you always freeze,
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I want to keep your belly warm palm.
you do not love to go out,
I fear you will suffer from autism,
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footer I want to keep your mouth to catch your loneliness.
who you always stare at the computer,
eyes to spoil too is not great,
I want to live good lives.
're old ...
to your nails.
help you pull your hair chagrin,
took your hand,
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at the beach to enjoy the beautiful sunshine and soft sand.
tell you a blossoming flower color
like your face ...
so young ...
not sure I love you more than I was before
I do not pick the flower ... \ the formation of crystal flowers)
wipe the tears,
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\ it.
I was standing outside, carrying the milk you most like to eat bread .. . \ bread shake hands before her eyes
... ... ... ... ... ...
I think this is love or happiness of a quiet life
surrounded by a number of extraordinary love
always be eager passion and the romantic at heart ignore
love! Many in both parties were negligible due to the action in,
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never fixed pattern
only love
can be any one form of bland
flowers, romance is just floating
shallow surface embellishment in life!
in their following is our life ... ... Barbara
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