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Anymore, No More You aren't mine. “You aren't mine,” I whisper to myself, grasping for understanding. You aren't mine. ..

Beady eyes Stare me down; An icy Hell. Grimy claws Dig past my flesh; A fatal injection. Sweaty stench Clogs my lungs; A merciless..

Glisten Like Gold I watch your Eyes fade away, Lost in another Lonely world, Falsely painted- Tinted purple, And metallic gold- Trumper..

Columbine 'Oh Nine Have I jinxed you with my vivid thoughts that played scenarios of a new decade's Columbine.

Who Have You Become? The mere thought of your name Brings forth that ethereal face; A facade among peace, Setting old tremors through my vei..

Caught, Captured, and Cornered A streamline of urgencies, Mass warnings and fear I shudder inside out, Remembering your name, Your torrid e..

I Don't Know What to Do Your eyes warm, your smile bright, you words sweet, your intentions kind, you're patient to the core And gentle in..

Rays Against Ready to let go Awaiting the miles unknown Yearning that freedom.

in the midst of pirate talk and the starlit sky.

haha, sudden end of an email...