Dream girl Quote by Ganda Wickliffe

“I dont remember you but its hard to forget such a lovely face any how its wrong to jump out of someones' dreams and refuse to fulfil it.I hold you guilty for the innocence of my love and either way real or not I love you the same” quote by Ganda Wickliffe — Download Open image

“I dont remember you but its hard to forget such a lovely face any how its wrong to jump out of someones' dreams and refuse to fulfil it.I hold you guilty for the innocence of my love and either way real or not I love you the same”

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