Poetry Quote by Amanda Leigh Download Open image ““Well that's too bad. Because it's too late. She's gone. She slipped away.”” — Amanda Leigh ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Poetry Too late
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“Why can’t I quiet the thoughts running through my head? Put down the pen and climb snugly into bed?” — Amanda Leigh Copy Share Image
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