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#96
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Espy
Wanderer
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The cloth hung in rags from Dante's face as he resisted putting a hand to wipe off the blood. It stung, and he'd flinched, although he didn't want to seem weak, didn't want to seem a fool.
"What do I get? I get to live. I get to live if you die! And I don't care how I do it. I've survived the rioting, the murdering of my family, being sightless for weeks on end, with no other senses to guide me." He grabbed the man by the throat, more aggressively than he had meant to.
"I'd like to see you try," he whispered back, single-handedly reloading his empty gun.
Step in front of a runaway train
____Just to feel alive again
â•â•â•â•â•â•â•? ?•â•â•â•â•â• â•â•â•â•â•â•â•? ?•â•â•â•â•â•
Pushing forward through the night_____
Aching chest and blurry sight
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Posted 06-23-2011, 01:27 AM
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