Starting from sincere affection ...
Paint all the subtle flavors ...
now i start story ...
While moaning prevents
No appeals ...
Like burning larva...
Never ignore the soul's leave the body ...
There is no painting of how frightening it is ...
Lightning like thunder ...
All powers and wants to spill ...
all jittery ...
There's not a ...
Want a moment to give room to complain ...
The moan slashed the heart ...
Nor are the grain
But the storm has not passed ...
She still and has not stopped fighting ...
Grasping her hands like a bone ...
Only she alone knows what ...
The cliff that she can get ...
