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Apr 2018
Reality basis of an empty mind filling up an entire space,
Inhaling the oxygen of Holy atmosphere quickly, to be the first one ahead, as if we were in a race.
Counting the time backwards to redo all my past steps I did way before.
I have a thousand dreams and goals in mind, but you'll still hear me ask for a little more.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  26/M/Zimbabwe
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