To A Puppet In The Dust Bin

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The puppet is dancing on the stage, the crowd is enchanted by the colors how sexy are her costumes! While dancing, her art of exposing her appealing body, is the need of the slaves of the instincts. The song and music being played behind the scene is hypnotizing suddenly the thread is broken and the clever player replaces the puppet fell down on the floor. The gone puppet had great expectations, it thought the crowd loves it and will rush to the stage to re-join the threads. The rejected puppet in the dust bin is crying and remembering his lovely time when she ruled the hearts. Sweetheart! You ruled the hearts but you lacked a heart. For a heartless dancer there are only whistles of the moment. See the excited crowd whistling on the exposures of the new dancing puppet. Learn to live and love with a loving heart, the crowd will rush to the bin to bring you back on the stage, and the queen maker will become helpless before the crowd.

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