It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof. — Munia Khan
It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof. — Munia Khan
It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof. — Munia Khan
It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof. — Munia Khan
It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof. — Munia Khan
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It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.

— Munia Khan
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