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The white! I always thought, its so repulsive on my brown tone, But in dream , so real, when i saw him holding me in white Adorned with pearls and gota, With skin playing in between chiffon, And he , holding me like his mine! Since than, White has become my song, So in love, That my heart beams, Behined brown tone, So much,and so that; It has become my reality in all dreams.
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Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 4:51 AM UTC
She lived in her dream!
The white! I always thought, its so repulsive on my brown tone, But in dream , so real, when i saw him holding me in white Adorned with pearls and gota, With skin playing in between chiffon, And he , holding me like his mine! Since than, White has become my song, So in love, That my heart beams, Behined brown tone, So much,and so that; It has become my reality in all dreams.
hira-malik
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Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 4:51 AM UTC
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