As she tilted her head and cheeks, sunlight seeped through the gauze curtains, coating the tip of her nose with a porcelain-like fragile glaze.
The neck is tied with a bow streamer, undulating with the breath like a stopped swallowtail butterfly, and the folds of unfinished love poems are hidden between the folds of the clothes.
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LaCrosse
· 03-10 15:23
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GateUser-ef486ee6
· 03-10 13:43
As she tilted her head and rested her chin on her hand, sunlight seeped through the sheer curtains, casting a porcelain-like fragile glaze on the tip of her nose.
A ribbon tied in a bow around her neck fluttered with her breathing like a poised swallowtail butterfly, while the folds of her dress concealed unfinished love poems in their creases.
As she tilted her head and cheeks, sunlight seeped through the gauze curtains, coating the tip of her nose with a porcelain-like fragile glaze.
The neck is tied with a bow streamer, undulating with the breath like a stopped swallowtail butterfly, and the folds of unfinished love poems are hidden between the folds of the clothes.