I am not your lover, but a victim of your beauty. — M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry
I am not your lover, but a victim of your beauty. — M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry
I am not your lover, but a victim of your beauty. — M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry
I am not your lover, but a victim of your beauty. — M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry
I am not your lover, but a victim of your beauty. — M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry
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I am not your lover, but a victim of your beauty.

— M.F. Moonzajer, A moment with God ; Poetry
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