Today she did not play the violin - she played on my soul. Instead of strings, she pinched my feelings, the sharp movements of her hands stirred my heart. Every time she frowned, I cried out in helplessness. She was a goddess. I was a regular theater goer. Her great figure, wrapped in silks, and the bow that plays with the strings, drugged my mind like it was smoke until i realized how i was broke 2022All Rights Reserved
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