Irony is when beauty and perversion intertwines; like the tranquility observed, as a single droplet of crimson blood slips off the white petals of a white rose. My blood. My white rose.
posted by white.roses at 6:24 AM
Hi zihong I check :)Pei
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Hi zihong I check :)
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