the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write. — Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write. — Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write. — Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write. — Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write. — Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
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the intensityin your eyesburns my penas i write.

— Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest
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