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-brain Freeze Dont Like the Style Im Doing This Think Im Gonna Redo

Roman warrior, helm of gold Skin of alabaster, spirit bold Warrior eyes, as green as Fae Fighting through battle to live another day. Sunset hair, trailing Apollo's ride Curved words, with her tongue she can slice Healing hands, with each step she brings life

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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