Catherine, dark beauty, white witch on holloween love is a stone under my toe meat between the teeth hard bodies soft bodies it never really fits has no true place of its own never neat and clean it lives on its wits lies and cheats on the rest of the crew messes everything up with its adreneline rush won’t go in the suitcase unless you crush it or leave something else behind the unkind cuckoo tips the other chick out of the nestBirth sign: Libra
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