Black boots and the wild 

Fusion_Beats 👽

​I got my denims on the edge,

With my sharpened attitude just in time.

My black boots knocking the world stage,

My red lips portrayed so fine.

I am not gonna wait while you talk,

I won’t turn back at your call.

I will abuse you, tease you,

I will prey on you if I like.

Don’t provoke me,

I am a warrior with hidden scars.

I am not found pale and stagnant,

I don’t drool over diamonds and stars.

You might find me in the wild,

Walking over the mystics and primes.

But don’t call me I say,

For I don’t want to be attached to your timeline.

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