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#2180
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Espy
Wanderer
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Hurl discuses at me until one hits me in the plexus. Or head. Don't ask; that was the first thing that came to mind.
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 10-31-2011, 01:00 AM
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