Why don’t you come to my dreams?


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Borrowing a look like this gives a feeling like I am the one who is owning it getting it embedded to my own heart. Nature does possess the treasures like this to embalm the injured hearts hankering for a hand that could give a soothing touch capable of rendering some solace to an otherwise tortured a mind. Why don’t you come to me in my dreams at least cursorily, taking me to a site blossoming into an enchanting beauty, so serene and so celestially divine.

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