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Mar 2015
I've always stayed out too late,
Wondering, Wandering,
Urged back to Earth, conjuring
A focused adult in a World
Where we try to use our minds
To create.
Why, again, couldn't I stay out late?
One of those kids with her head in the clouds. Her growing mind more intriguing than the brand new world around her, at times.
Amy Perry
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Amy Perry  29/F/San Diego, CA
(29/F/San Diego, CA)   
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