My heart is feeble in the palms of your hands. You brought me bizarre emotions that shook my core. My every attempt of avoiding it is futile.
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100 Tula Para Kay Sam
PoetryCompilations of my old and new proses. Happy birthday, sweetie.
Prose #70
My heart is feeble in the palms of your hands. You brought me bizarre emotions that shook my core. My every attempt of avoiding it is futile.
