She is red
A grace bundle,Is grazed timelessly
Graze the green grass to be
A gray heart Sleeping over
The red neck
In all her steps,rush gas
In the air,turn back
And kiss her back fast
But
A filament of hair
Even that
Hard to touch
She also have
Tender leg
Her looks are like
June white flower blooms
Make flow of blood back
It is luck
For
She is Z
ya.. i wrote tat... and she.. she just said " i love this" and ask me that " can i save this for myself" can you imagine............... i was on the cloud of happiness... but i didn't use the time and the place nicely. may be tat's why my friend said i m GILA.. =D
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