• danielbudipamungkas0071982 5w


    The rose at the feet of the saint reminds me of a story from the past
    I will say in the fragrance
    And try to obey the holy commands
    But it turns out I'm full of sins of fire romance
    Where my fondling is not only for you but also your past
    But can't be denied and can't be denied
    The power of your silence throws up a pair of pigeons
    That enter my body and guides me on the path of life
    We humans are created from intercourse accompanied by lust
    And be present in the name of love
    Hoping to be a story for other strands
    Be high in humility
    In the name of the son who has always been the path to your next life