Jasmine is never red, never roses. Even if he had a heart or a pulse, there was no blood he found.
Jasmine wants to have red, let it be like a rose. He encountered the wind that always kissed him, always hugged him. Let red flow from love.
I can not afford poetry about orchids
I have no idea.
Like I can not describe how I feel about you
I have no idea.
All I know, you look as pretty as an orchid.!
Thanks...
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