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Lure of the Strings [R-18]
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It was enchanting.
Almost real.
It was passionate and raw.
She lured me into doom.
(Mistress of Beauty)
∆ Short (?) Story
∆ Explicit
Temporary quench for my thirst of bringing back my passion in writing. I wrote this to satisfy myself and the readers who are able to grasp the story.
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