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#236
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Espy
Wanderer
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Before Dante headed out of the door, his ears pricked up, and he snorted lightly at the old man's talk of honor and survivors. A moment later, he was outside, nose searching the air for a whiff of liquor.
STONEWALL WAS A RIOT
Step in front of a runaway train
____Just to feel alive again
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Pushing forward through the night_____
Aching chest and blurry sight
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Posted 06-30-2011, 04:40 PM
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