Every minute is passing like a day, and it's been hundreds of years since I heard you. Many sages have done penance without sleeping, but I don't know what's happening with me. I am praying for you even in my sleep...
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The patterns your eyes paint in anger, the gentle blames your lips cast from a corner, the early warnings your crimson cheeks gi...
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