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Hai my gorgeous readers!

I wrote a new poem. Yup. I bugged Charlotte for another phrase of inspiration, and she didn't fail to deliver. She gave me something freaking hard though. The phrase was "The air around us is just the breath of dying ghosts". Dare I ask how she came up with that?

So along came this poem, which I have called "The air around here is the breath of dying ghosts." I wonder where I got that name from...

I feel my mind is playing games,
It’s messing with my head,
It’s snatching away memorable names,
The soothing words once said.

I feel it is betraying me,
Shoving away what I believed,
And I feel it hates me wonderfully;
At least that’s how it is perceived.

I feel my haven’s gone for good,
I will not try to get it back -
If I could trust it perhaps I would,
But it’s engraved my past on a plaque.

In. Inflate the lungs of continuity.
Out. The sigh that sustains this host.
I dream of a past of ingenuity;
The air around here is the breath of dying ghosts.

I hope you enjoy it. =] Pass it on and stuffs, yeah!? =D