Lover
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Ongoing7m
Last published Fri, Oct 6, 2023
He sat,on the swing. As he played the flute. A foot step was heard. As she came closer. His face bloomed into smile. You are here,he said, without looking back.. But who am I? He smiled,closing his eyes.. My beloved..
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