Every eye that can read will come to know about your existence if I put words on the paper. So, I wrote about you in the air, but the scent reached everyone, irrespective of those who can only read. I am sorry I revealed your presence to all...
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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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