har baat ke liye iqraar zaroori nahi hota
kuch baatein ankhau se aur kuch dil se bhi ki jaati hai
One Last Time
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As you realize it's not my breathing but the rustle of the windAnd my
silken skin slips like beads of satin through your fingersFlowing tresses
beckon you ...
10 years ago
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