Girl with ponytails under the Christmas tree in heels
The girl turned her back to the photographer and exposed herself
A painted bleeding, punctured, stitched heart. The heart, glued to the wall, on tape
Cupid is going to shoot at the heart from the clouds
He loves, he doesn't love, he'll press it to his heart, he'll send it to hell
Five students stand in pairs with their backs to the blackboard
A piece of summer in my heart. Sea, sand, shells in the heart