Espy
Wanderer
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#609
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Espy leans on the doorway, smirking. What a mess this place is...I could do better. Yet she didn't want to waste her time organizing another person's junk.
((Er...I just nearly referred to myself as "he". Damn you, Dante, and your coincidental Pride-ness!))
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 08-10-2011, 02:07 AM
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