Best dress, perfume, her name was youth.
She want an Explosion.
Explosion.
..She is dead..
Youth&Death embraced in waltz.
With no retreat.
With no regret.
It's her fate. Lust her face.
Even when roses are black.
Confessor...
................
This Earth is a grave.
Put n the body.
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