I want you to crave the crisp ocean breezeas much as I do.I want your soul to beas rain-swept as mine. — Sanober Khan
I want you to crave the crisp ocean breezeas much as I do.I want your soul to beas rain-swept as mine. — Sanober Khan
I want you to crave the crisp ocean breezeas much as I do.I want your soul to beas rain-swept as mine. — Sanober Khan
I want you to crave the crisp ocean breezeas much as I do.I want your soul to beas rain-swept as mine. — Sanober Khan
I want you to crave the crisp ocean breezeas much as I do.I want your soul to beas rain-swept as mine. — Sanober Khan
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I want you to crave the crisp ocean breezeas much as I do.I want your soul to beas rain-swept as mine.

— Sanober Khan
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