She was a courtesan. Her beauty, poise, her desires or her longings were not her own. Yet she believed that her body and soul were pure, untouched, and untouchable. They were only for her true love, when she would find it. And find it she did. But not before heartbreak, humiliation, insults and snubs almost drove her to embrace death, as her true love.
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Friday, March 30, 2012
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