I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you. — Kamand Kojouri
I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you. — Kamand Kojouri
I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you. — Kamand Kojouri
I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you. — Kamand Kojouri
I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you. — Kamand Kojouri
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I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

— Kamand Kojouri
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