I can smell your fear hiden behind your words you ride the steed of supreriority careful she doesn't buck you off Dangerously on the brink you waver between your haterd and your fear does my face haunt you? does the colour of my skin taunt you? Lets dance gubba you and me round and round the totem pole you grasp feebly to your ignorance afriad of how loose your grip has become you are a prisoner of your hate and your hate just set me free...........Birth sign: Scorpio
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