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Feb 2017
I was just trying to leave something behind.
I broke into his house yet again.
I laid on his bed and smelled his socks.
The smell of old, moldy feet.
So I took a **** on them.
Oh, I was just trying to leave something behind
My blue bucket of gold...
Dexter Terzungwe
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Dexter Terzungwe  35/M/Saint Petersburg, Russia
(35/M/Saint Petersburg, Russia)   
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