The Rose is without why; She blooms, because She blooms. These roses under my window makes no reference to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are...there is no time for them....it is perfect in every moment of its existence. Friday, May 15, 2015 Gang Rapes and Beatings, Brothels Filled with Teenage Prostitutes -- The Depths of American Brutality in Vietnam Against our willpage
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