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Whore

Whore

Her whispers of sin, cut through the toughest moral cloths known to man.Ā 

Still few are capable of resisting her without strengthening the temptation.

Sorry to feel for those lured astray from the commitments they have made.Ā 

Her whisper of sin, slowly fades to regret from sighted pain of loved ones.Ā 

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