Dream-kissed
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Kissing someone in your dream, is a sign of desire and affection towards the specific person. In my tongue, dream-kissed.
What is '𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶-𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭'?
The poems are passionate pearls of love woven into precious and hand-knitted cardigan of life.
Every sentence is fragment of her dark black hair gently tied into braid by him.
Dream-kissed tells each and every story, passionately.
From the world of fantasy to the depths of romance, there are no limits.
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