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sitting here in paradise but my mind is elsewhere, thinking of vice.  i want to make a move, again!  feels like its time to throw the dice! but there is a voice in me that says "don't vagabound like mice".  time slow down and be lazy. listen to sound advice! bourdem is staying too long in a place without seeing its paradise. living in paradise like mice....its paramice dreaming of crossing the ocean to see the mountains of ice... living in paradise like headless mice wearing my shades of vice
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Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
feels like paramice
sitting here in paradise but my mind is elsewhere, thinking of vice.  i want to make a move, again!  feels like its time to throw the dice! but there is a voice in me that says "don't vagabound like mice".  time slow down and be lazy. listen to sound advice! bourdem is staying too long in a place without seeing its paradise. living in paradise like mice....its paramice dreaming of crossing the ocean to see the mountains of ice... living in paradise like headless mice wearing my shades of vice
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Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
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