Espy
Wanderer
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A shower would be really nice... Dante clambered out of the waterways, gagging. Never...gonna...go there again...MY BIKE! He ran over, nearly tripping, and resisted the urge to hug what had been his only friend for the past couple of years. Whew...no one stole it...or the capsules.
He pulled the motorcycle upright, dusting it off. "Now then, would you ladies like to lead the way?" Why do I have to ask for help again....I wouldn't have to if it hadn't stank so much down there.
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
Last edited by Espy; 07-07-2011 at 02:37 AM.
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Posted 07-06-2011, 10:49 PM
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