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Rs. 42,00 for sale

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My console is under trial, Accused as profane, sinful, Her dance as vulgar, Her writing as filthy, Her desires as unlawful. Suppressed for ages, She rebels to express, Her flames pious, Her needs the urge of nature, She the purest one, My console marches ahead. My console #for her

My console is under trial, Accused as profane, sinful, Her dance as vulgar, Her writing as filthy, Her desires as unlawful. Suppressed for ages, She rebels to express, Her flames pious, Her needs the urge of nature, She the purest one, My console marches ahead. My console #for her

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Milna bicher na sab Kismat Ka khel hai khabi nafrat to khabi dilo k mail beek jata hai har rishta duniya ma surf dosti hi Yaha not for sale hai not for sale....

Milna bicher na sab Kismat Ka khel hai khabi nafrat to khabi dilo k mail beek jata hai har rishta duniya ma surf dosti hi Yaha not for sale hai not for sale....

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THESE LYRICS ARE FOR SALE... by the time I settle old scores, there wouldn't be not an inch of me left anymore, to every 304, I spit in their face, I'll fire a lyrical barrage to find every last one of them and gently give them a taste, of their perpetual hate, Get erased, I'll erase, I'll erase their last trace from this planet's face... because you are disgusting.... The real men are disgusted... families are torn and lying in ruins.. all because you trade your bodies like some cheap mannequins... Disclaimer: this is just anger contained in lyrical vial.. the writer has no intention to enact upon in real life so sell... ©Akhil Kael For sale #atthetop

THESE LYRICS ARE FOR SALE... by the time I settle old scores, there wouldn't be not an inch of me left anymore, to every 304, I spit in their face, I'll fire a lyrical barrage to find every last one of them and gently give them a taste, of their perpetual hate, Get erased, I'll erase, I'll erase their last trace from this planet's face... because you are disgusting.... The real men are disgusted... families are torn and lying in ruins.. all because you trade your bodies like some cheap mannequins... Disclaimer: this is just anger contained in lyrical vial.. the writer has no intention to enact upon in real life so sell... ©Akhil Kael For sale #atthetop