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anemonep · Posted: Thu 17:39, 21 Apr 2011 Post subject: Girls Do not smoke

do not know anybody actually had no scars will not fall in love with a girl smoking;
been hurt a woman, will not fall in love with the wound;
been hurt I think a woman is not in love with the smoke.
smoking is good for those who cherish the memory of the details. Doing a sad, woman, sitting in the smoking scenes in winter depression position, always gave her a strange sour.
I guess at this moment, her inner pain, just as blue roses bloom.
smoke is short, all the ecstasy of the things that are short, but beautiful because of short-term and more beautiful. By a little injury, would cry, it is a simple girl, but smoking is not easy but a woman cry, select the smoke, it opted for a stunning.
Love is an injury, but the women are in harm to find happiness. Tobacco is also an injury [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but at the same time [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], letting a woman forget smoke damage. If we say, non-smoking woman touch of carmine, then suck the woman is a Mandala. Smoke gradually released into the atmosphere, floating ghost is the style and fantasy.
cigarette. For women, what does that mean? Perhaps the peak of passion, perhaps breaking up the Qice. Love does not hurt is not complete.
remember or forget those who loved and hurt people, need to smoke.
smoke is not a physiological need, is a psychological need to smoke.
long, thin, smoke moving in the Qing Qian Zhi Ying is like that between the combustion
dark blue nails, a little deep, a little lazy, a little charming, a little gentle and a bit Sensation.
cigarette, more like a parting.
sitting in a cafe in the dark orange [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the fragrance exudes a tranquil, all the sun revolved around the side.
out the window, all of them journey with haste [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], everyone seems to know their direction.
smoking women, such as the inner surface of a Campsis cold.
a yellow book, a cup of black coffee, a heart poetry people, back to that shy teenager, then, do not understand anything, life is only a light green dream.
footsteps crisp, so all eyes are to stop breathing.
back, like a cloud Sensation, so much the wind to stop singing.
voice, gentle, sweet, more like a burst of rain, so sad, so clean.
time, as the book is, how many lovely shed tears.
available now, will not, because she has become a story of the characters.
the fate of every woman, is a tragedy. Because, for a woman everything is so short.
young, imagine the palm of a person growing older, that feeling is very warm.
because, when does not understand what is old, thought it was a deep romance.
Now, when years of merciless scars carved in the face when they found old is a terrible monster. Old, and that smoke is about to finish burning the moment.
pushed the cigarette butts off, but also a point, but found her eyes, that hint of wet crystal.
quietly burning smoke. Morning coffee shop, like a sleepy young woman, with a light swing low on music.
so much sitting in a chair, as it is stuck in the chair.
that a wood chair, like a flower, but which lie in a gray rose.
Throughout the morning, are immersed in the warmth of such a chocolate, the one to take a smoke.
three o'clock in the afternoon, people gradually increased, slowly Nueliao Nue body, she wanted to stand up and look, one last cigarette in a cigarette, but also sit down, point, match draw bright dark corner, his face revealing traces of deep melancholy.
people's voice, made her uneasy. Smoked did not smoke, got up and left, the pace is very light, position light, like a cat.
then disappeared in the cold December wind, there is no trace of ...