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Sep 2015
I guess I don't get it and that's fine,
The rumblings, the gestures,
The contact...it's all alien,
What lies beneath the icewall is visible yet I can't pry in.
I can't get to the other side.
All to be is passive,
All to do is stomach the ride.
Dude with an Afro
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Dude with an Afro  25/M/London
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