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Knight of the Heart (knightsheart)

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Pain shears my weary soul as I shoot more things that used to be neighbors.  I shot another dead thingie with my hammer less revolver from inside my pocket.

The super moon above shines brighter drawing the dead out of the ground in an endless tide.  Everyone they ravaged became like them – hungry dead thingies.  I had evacuated my family to the new Alamo. I just had to reach the caddy to join them.
The bitting pain in my leg told me I had failed.  My mind was clear as I turned on the caddy.  There’s a yellow rose in Texas that I am hungry for.
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/ copyright Sean Vessey 2012
Saturday Centus #104
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