affaiyah
New Delhi
Affaiyah, a-fire. It starts with my love and comes down to page. Loud technicolor bangs and puffs from face. I write, paint and find you, too. Flowers. Missiles. And a smooch.
Affaiyah, a-fire. It starts with my love and comes down to page. Loud technicolor bangs and puffs from face. I write, paint and find you, too. Flowers. Missiles. And a smooch.