Maybe she was dissipated,
Indulged in some passionate verve,
Accosting her tripped soul,
Jostling hard to subsume her nerve.
And all you could manage,
Was to do some cheap talk,
Guarding her like a hawk,
And tease her with your disgraced mock.
But the beauty remained in her enthralled charm,
The world didn’t alarm her,
For she was free from all prejudice,
No one could inflict on her any harm.
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Love this
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Thank you so much, Adithya 🌸🌸
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Beautiful ❤️❤️ as always…
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Thank you so much, Jaya
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Always a pleasure ✨
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I like this very much, great work!
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Thank you so much, Roy
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You’re welcome. By the way, my name isn’t Roy. I just go by Stories.
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Oh my sorry for calling you Roy. My bad
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No problem, it happens.
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Glad no one could harm her!
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Thank you, Lorraine
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Wonderful to be free.
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Always isn’t 😊🌸thanks a lot
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Very true.😉
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Thank you so much
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😊 welcome
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Nothing can peace the peace and serenity of being free and feeling it too.
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The absolute truth. Thanks for commenting
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My pleasure.
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