And when your golden curls have turned to red, lady when your eyes have lost all their light find strength in my life.
Enough white to kindle a massacre of poems.
At least tremble enough that I may flame in your green array.
All these years, the battle of each grievous day.
Perhaps, then, those beautiful tears will overcome.
I almost wrecked this morning.
About the same place my mother called me the day she found out.
I hydroplaned going about 42 miles per hour.
I wasn't scared or anything, it was very strange.
I had a moment in time and space all to myself to think.
To die then would mean to be with my sister, but if I had then I would have missed out on this dream I've had for so long.
It just goes to show what a girl like Erin with an
enormous heart and a talent to make the world smile could have done if she was still alive.
It sounds strange, but Erin couldn't have lived out her dreams on Earth, so now I must make it a point, so now it's my job to live them out for her and let the world know what a wonderful person it
will never get to meet.
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