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Chavi khursi roshni kitab takiya

Between this dream and this one, the key to a conversation falls into the darkness of empty rooms of smoke blown into the pages that we read together, pages that warned us that loneliness grows slowly- folded into a tune … Continue reading

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Marine Drive

 

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