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#8
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Espy
Wanderer
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"Er. Ah. Thanks, mister, miss" Espy stuttered slightly. Wait, what am I nervous about?! She took a few steps away, then felt a inexplicable (at least, to her), wave of...envy? Jealousy? Whatever it was, it wasn't good. Right. Time for that wine I'd promised myself not to drink.
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 07-20-2011, 06:38 PM
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