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#1382
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Espy
Wanderer
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In the ensuing chaos at the party, I stumble across an open door, trip, and impale myself on the many traps she left to safeguard her room of poisons.
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 03-08-2011, 10:05 PM
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