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@ Friday, Apr. 13, 2007 – 21:07:22
Sometimes, love is like mountain. Too high to reach. Too high when you fall to the ground.
Love is also like streets. Too many obstacles to find the right point. Too many branches to follow.
Often, love is like home. The safe place to rest. You come and go away. The sweetest room to stay.
autumnolic
Thx for your 'lovely' comment. Sometimes I think it's hard to explain to somebody if I'm not a romantic shit. I just laugh having that.
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love is like dog poo. it stinks to high heave and as soon as you land in it, it seems to linger forever before finally getting rid of it one glorious day