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 Mar 2014
Dakota Carter
I will never bow to you death my love will protect me my body may be beaten and sliced but i will never bow to you. I may be an *** but my soil is not for you. She keeps me safe. She is the one who turned my cold black heart to gold. I am hell on wheels i am death I make men hide, mothers hide there kids, I rain down fire from the sky. So if you harm her you will know fear. So death let go of my soil.

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