Unknown Noor
A dream in a thirsty mind.
The gaze of greed is naked
Touchingly divine fried.
Perfection is not the neighborhood's lipstick reading
Only Tandra Bhava is a candidate without merit.
Criticism of vision may not be vain
Doubts about the completeness of what?
A good body in the room is the permita of satisfaction
Unfamiliar faces in the daylight are civilized compromises.
1053 Sacrifice of soul is love in soul
The birth caste of a kissable body is not the best.
mantarē naśbara kṣīṇa manō āṛi.
The excellence of the great creation is only Narete woman mantras.
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