Don't gift me flowers they will wither and die someday instead love me in the language of poetry, hold me tight under the sky you were born, pamper me with the literature I find hard to digest, dissolve in me like your favourite dessert and take my name in your mother tongue so passionately that it blows the air out of my lungs. Don't gift me flowers, love, gift me out of context romance, stories and 3am raw version of you. //RawAndEnticing Collab on this click by Persistent Girl and sprinkle the magic of your words complimenting this beautiful canvas. #CnC198 (Please don't remove this hashtag. It's for us to discover your write-ups related to this wallpaper). P.S. For submitting your clicks or illustrations use #MyCnC & #newcnc and tag us in your post. Please make sure to give the writers enough space & minimum noise to write on it, like this one. #ClicksNCanvas #yqbaba #cncnew #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Clicks & Canvas
