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My rose

    By Xulia, I’m sick of being a butterfly from flower to flower, to give it a go sipping on pollen, not thirsty enough. And I admit them flowers are pretty But their nectar is not addictive. That’s why I never stay for too long.   Cause I don’t wanna force love I just wanna find… Sigue leyendo My rose