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He carries a black widow spider in his pocket it keeps him alert, he's tattooed from here to there he always liked the pain,   an endorphin ****** He wears a Mohawk too His belt is a live rattlesnake he doesn't like to be bothered He's a dangerous man in a dangerous world He met Ray a princess from Bakersfield She had a smile that opened the heart He looked at her He looked at his life He had looked at one death too many He paused Much to his surprise He chose life His heart it creaked on open She saw something in him I'm going to have to ask her what it was. She turned on her healing light offered acceptance, When violence calls She taps his shoulder and no one  knows why but he feels the warmth of the sun rotating in his chest he walks away, it's okay. Will they make it into the everlasting sunset? Your guess is as good as mine But for now their love is what legends are made of.
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Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
The Princess and the ****
He carries a black widow spider in his pocket it keeps him alert, he's tattooed from here to there he always liked the pain,   an endorphin ****** He wears a Mohawk too His belt is a live rattlesnake he doesn't like to be bothered He's a dangerous man in a dangerous world He met Ray a princess from Bakersfield She had a smile that opened the heart He looked at her He looked at his life He had looked at one death too many He paused Much to his surprise He chose life His heart it creaked on open She saw something in him I'm going to have to ask her what it was. She turned on her healing light offered acceptance, When violence calls She taps his shoulder and no one  knows why but he feels the warmth of the sun rotating in his chest he walks away, it's okay. Will they make it into the everlasting sunset? Your guess is as good as mine But for now their love is what legends are made of.
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Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
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