Post by Flicka on Sept 30, 2009 17:31:15 GMT -5
The Reaper has nothing on me, lets burn them all in the flames of our desires, making them mere ashes to our goals. Pawns, I play the game. The game of the mind, im a pro at it. Mental abuse ha i invented it, bleed bitch bleed I'll bleed dry if you run you definatly can't hide from me, fear for your life for I am Death. Dark crimson femmie paced back and forth black whip snapping to and fro in irritation she tossed her dial black tassels splaying in the air the tenesee mare's pool peered out as she stamped around and around. Her ebony kissers spread to reveal tainted ivories that also spread she let loose a wicked scream calling for them.
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