Espy
Wanderer
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#521
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Augh. My quiche has nearly turned into fly fodder. Currently running around with flipflop in hand the swat flies.
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 07-21-2011, 06:07 PM
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