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Cheesy Keema Puffs Recipe..... #foodblogger#FoodPhotography#healthyfood#Foodies#reelsindia#foodreels#foodlover#foodpic#foodstylistreelsvide
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Forget about love and gloom Athena and Veritas , pursue. Seek inside for answers . Buddha's teachings imbue. #erotica #love #lovequotes #yqbaba #moansandmoons #desire #lust Moans & Moons #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Cigarette &
#erotica love #lovequotes #yqbaba #moansandmoons #desire #lust Moans & Moons #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Cigarette &
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Oh! the 'Puff' Bake the Blunt. Final Erotica post #erotica #love #lovequotes #yqbaba #moansandmoons #desire #lust #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Cigarette & Puff
Final Erotica post #erotica love #lovequotes #yqbaba #moansandmoons #desire #lust #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Cigarette & Puff
read moreAmit Narayan Satpathy
Rises A great ghost! As my grandpa Called it! The broken ghost Like the Dullness Of black pottery Are it's weights! O there the puffs Of mighty Nature blow O I wonder What is next! (See caption) Rises A great ghost! As my grandpa Called it! The broken ghost Like the Dullness Of black pottery
Rises A great ghost! As my grandpa Called it! The broken ghost Like the Dullness Of black pottery
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Conversation between me and cigar Read in Caption Cigar- hey did you know who I am Me- i don't,let me think don't disturb me I run out of thoughts what to write Cigar-
Cigar- hey did you know who I am Me- i don't,let me think don't disturb me I run out of thoughts what to write Cigar-
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Death is like autumn. Heartbreak is like winter. "Winter: Your Silence" Puffs of smoke in every breath I exhale as if it were your suffocating memories trying to escape. The mist brings al
"Winter: Your Silence" Puffs of smoke in every breath I exhale as if it were your suffocating memories trying to escape. The mist brings al
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Magic= We. Magic= We. ~•~ The way we fit, isn't a cage, if we feel. Softness is our bangle and not a handcuff. If within us is a life that swings, no
Magic= We. ~•~ The way we fit, isn't a cage, if we feel. Softness is our bangle and not a handcuff. If within us is a life that swings, no
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Conversation between me and cigar Read in Caption Cigar- hey did you know who I am Me- i don't,let me think don't disturb me I run out of thoughts what to write Cigar-
Cigar- hey did you know who I am Me- i don't,let me think don't disturb me I run out of thoughts what to write Cigar-
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I have seen many men, Heating up their blood out of love, And then craving for the shape, the smile and the face, Raising their lust for the most seductive eyes, Seducing thier love out of rage, Devoting to others out of rejection Which you call 'moving on' to like someone else to think of someone better An imperfectionist, like they were Until the moment they realize that they still love the perfectionist contrasting in each field making every part of their soul imperfect Or look imperfect? And sweating to the 'new Love', Stinking odours of the old one, tired of their devotion to lust And finally they quit! (Continued in caption) Love out of lust! I have seen many men, Heating up their blood out of love, And then craving for the shape, the smile and the face, Raising
Love out of lust! I have seen many men, Heating up their blood out of love, And then craving for the shape, the smile and the face, Raising
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I have seen many men, Heating up their blood out of love, And then craving for the shape, the smile and the face, Raising their lust for the most seductive eyes, Seducing thier love out of rage, Devoting to others out of rejection Which you call 'moving on' to like someone else to think of someone better An imperfectionist, like they were Until the moment they realize that they still love the perfectionist contrasting in each field making every part of their soul imperfect Or look imperfect? And sweating to the 'new Love', Stinking odours of the old one, tired of their devotion to lust And finally they quit! (Continued in caption) Love out of lust! I have seen many men, Heating up their blood out of love, And then craving for the shape, the smile and the face, Raising
Love out of lust! I have seen many men, Heating up their blood out of love, And then craving for the shape, the smile and the face, Raising
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