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And when golden curls have turned to red,
when your eyes have lost all their light strength in my life.
Enough to kindle a massacre of poems.
At least tremble enough I may flame in your green array,
all years, the battle of each grievous day.
Perhaps then those beautiful tears overcome...

I almost wrecked this morning in about the same my mother called me
the day she out,
I hydroplaned going 42 miles per hour.
I wasn't scared or it was very strange.
I had a moment in and space,
all to to think.
To die would mean to be with my sister, but if I had then I would have
missed out on this dream had for so long.
It just to show what a girl like Erin with an enormous heart and a
talent to the world smile could have done if she was still alive.
It strange, but Erin couldn't have lived out her dreams on Earth, so
now I must it a point,
so now my job to live them out for her and let the world know what a
wonderful person it never get to meet.