daya-bhuteshu:She gives my world butterflies, as such flutters fill this heart, bleaching the darkness, and flirting with the heavens to colour my skies.

daya-bhuteshu:She gives my world butterflies, as such flutters fill this heart,

daya-bhuteshu:She gives my world butterflies, as such flutters fill this heart, bleaching the darkness, and flirting with the heavens to colour my skies. —Daya Bhuteshu

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