My dear Daffodil, the fragrance of your love stays with me no matter which way the wind blows.
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See Allperhaps every unheard cry every fall is an invitation to heal and to love in greater capacity. #WordsByMadhur
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I have learned to love you from afar. I have learned to love you as you clutch another's arm. It's easy because I never wanted you for myself, I only wanted to hold you so you fel
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Your hands are red, And there’s a knife in my back. Blood shed by blood, A war within a home. What is it about my blood, That gets you so drunk? Is it that I am my M
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