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Nov 18, 2011
A tiny poem, with math...
When I was 12,
I thought I was 35,
And when I was 21,
I thought I had an old soul,
Now, I’m nearly 30,
And I think I’m barely 12,
Age and maturity
Are irregular wave functions.
Of time and nostalgia.
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