my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky. — Sanober Khan
my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky. — Sanober Khan
my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky. — Sanober Khan
my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky. — Sanober Khan
my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky. — Sanober Khan
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my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.

— Sanober Khan
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