Like a seance... A black crayon... You scrawl... A strap across my back. I tell all... The resentment... Your malignancy... Innocent idiocy... I soak it all up For you... A child at the controls A babe with a razor... I am lost in your vengeance With this strap... Across my back.Birth sign: Aries
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