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Apr 2018
Ice
Put out first but I preferred to ride shotgun right at the back.
I chilled there for a moment because I was standing still on some cold blue ice,  trying to dream up where a cold amount of money could build a stack.
That was a good second for me, rewiding my memories till it built up an entire old dream,
Slipped ******* some thin ice, definitely paid the price but I still got this move to go scheme.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  26/M/Zimbabwe
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