His Love Manipulator
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Last published Mon, Dec 29, 2014
Games are what you love.
Opponents are whom you defeat.
Then DEATH came for what you have.
When he asked you to control his love life's beat.
"Manipulate me." he said. My mouth gaped open in surprise.
But what if LOVE is the game.
Your opponent is YOU WHO CAN'T BE TAMED.
And HE is the death who came.
When his love life's BEAT asked for your name.
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