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    Keep One Delete One.

    Works like this.

    I post Moon Shadow.

    You drop shadow and post

    New Moon.

    Next guy drops Moon and goes

    New shoes etc etc.
    "The embers of our past lives lie smouldering within us awaiting the winds of remembrance to fan them in flames of reality." Dax.

    #2
    So I go

    Baby shoes.
    "The embers of our past lives lie smouldering within us awaiting the winds of remembrance to fan them in flames of reality." Dax.

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      #3
      Baby fat.

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        #4
        OK, I'll try...

        fat ass

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          #5
          ass kisser

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            #6
            great kisser
            "The embers of our past lives lie smouldering within us awaiting the winds of remembrance to fan them in flames of reality." Dax.

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              #7
              Great Britain
              "The embers of our past lives lie smouldering within us awaiting the winds of remembrance to fan them in flames of reality." Dax.

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                #8
                great head
                mother moon -she's calling me back to her silver womb,
                father of creation -takes me from my stolen tomb
                seventh-advent unicorn is waiting in the skies,
                a symptom of the universe, a love that never dies!
                🧙‍♂️

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                  #9
                  Head Start
                  "The embers of our past lives lie smouldering within us awaiting the winds of remembrance to fan them in flames of reality." Dax.

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                    #10
                    false start

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                      #11
                      False Bottom
                      "The embers of our past lives lie smouldering within us awaiting the winds of remembrance to fan them in flames of reality." Dax.

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                        #12
                        Bottom Row
                        mother moon -she's calling me back to her silver womb,
                        father of creation -takes me from my stolen tomb
                        seventh-advent unicorn is waiting in the skies,
                        a symptom of the universe, a love that never dies!
                        🧙‍♂️

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