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I saw her on a casement window, standing still like an inconspicuous being. The place she lived, was out-of-the-ordinary. It looked just so- Profane and Blasphemous! Yet, I was in an Unusual Dilemma. People called her a ********** Yes, a ********** They said, she uses a certain form of her talent to make money. I was completely contradicted. My thoughts were jailed. She was an eccedentesiast. Though, to me, she appeared like Cinderella. The Princess of her own world. Her hair was so thick and dense so as not even a single ray of sunlight could penetrate through it. Her lips were Salaciously Sweet and ***** They were overlaid by a sensual silky vermillion coat. It was so arid and parched as if they were craving for Thirst. She was caked with thick makeup. She had dark circles underneath her eyes. She wore these enormous high heels. And held a cigarette in her hand. Her face revealed a thousand and a million stories. She was clouded with desire and a little with shame. She seemed to be all tired. Her eyes were drowsy. You could see her feel; "It was better to marry Than to burn in the fire of Lust."
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May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 5:21 AM UTC
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I saw her on a casement window, standing still like an inconspicuous being. The place she lived, was out-of-the-ordinary. It looked just so- Profane and Blasphemous! Yet, I was in an Unusual Dilemma. People called her a ********** Yes, a ********** They said, she uses a certain form of her talent to make money. I was completely contradicted. My thoughts were jailed. She was an eccedentesiast. Though, to me, she appeared like Cinderella. The Princess of her own world. Her hair was so thick and dense so as not even a single ray of sunlight could penetrate through it. Her lips were Salaciously Sweet and ***** They were overlaid by a sensual silky vermillion coat. It was so arid and parched as if they were craving for Thirst. She was caked with thick makeup. She had dark circles underneath her eyes. She wore these enormous high heels. And held a cigarette in her hand. Her face revealed a thousand and a million stories. She was clouded with desire and a little with shame. She seemed to be all tired. Her eyes were drowsy. You could see her feel; "It was better to marry Than to burn in the fire of Lust."
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India
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 5:21 AM UTC
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