OCTOBER'S CHILD
She walked across the stage, her head held high
He observed from the shadows as she walked by,
her green eyes flickering as candles in the rain
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He'd found her drifting inside her own clime
A dim silhouette within a gallery of time,
scribbling ink black words across lavender pages
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She was a rainy day child, twined in disarray
having paper plate dinners, sipping café au lait
He spoke of himself as Darth Vader's seventh son
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A sea of gowns and top hats took their places
wearing pious smiles on roadmap faces
How she wished he could see her now
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Bemused, he observed the smile on her face
as he watched her travel from an icy place
to remove her covering of midnight
