I have blue wild stareing eyes that see through the souls of others; like a snake seducing its prey by a slither. Makes them all quiver I see her She sees me She falls into a transe of beauty and finds herself on my misshaped path. She is weakened by my deep blue inner vision of ectasy. THE ENDBirth sign: Scorpio
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