On the first of November, you
asked if I believed in God anymore...

It's a rainy, dreary day
and I know you don't want to...

We sit here
and wait...

Before her, I'd never really believed in magic, in...
fiery presence and power igniting the air. It was...

Dreadful leaves cackle outside,
dark winds confiscating my air...

The sadness in her eyes is escalading forgotten...
hours slowly turning into a trailer of days, then...

Devout violinist draw your bow
Play what your heart means to show...

She tucked letters under her arms,
tying them with rosemary...

You say you're there for me,
then walk toward the elevator...

Stop using your
tongue to speak...

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Time is age set in stone...

A mental illness
should not be a death sentence...