Her hands are always cold, and her hands are like the skin of aquatic animals.
While teasing me, he smiled and raised his contemptuous eyes like a newborn lamb
She smells like wind and her voice is like cake
Her fragility is like hot wax
Her unstinting malice and charity are like all my comments about me
I no longer hate you, but why do I think of you every moment?
Intention: Growth and Divestment
