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Jan 2013
The heady aroma of youth
that nostalgic mixture:
perceived immortality,
mildly tainted innocence
determination
endless drive,
little know how,
and too much energy
and sadness.
With this stench you face the world each day
unafraid
and in pursuit
of some yet unnamed dream
Didn't have anything to write it on initially and had to save it as a text in my phone. Liked the title my phone gave it.
Lee
Written by
Lee  portland, oregon
(portland, oregon)   
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