how these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written. — Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
how these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written. — Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
how these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written. — Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
how these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written. — Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
how these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written. — Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
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how these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written.

— Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
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