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October
October winds spill from your lips
Chilling her to the bone
Icy daggers of your fingertips
She would rather go on alone
Teardrops wiped frozen in time
A tribute to your steely gaze
Nothing left but a tattered beauty
She doesn't seem to care these days
It was the month of October...
She laid love to rest
Winters grip had touched her heart
She's just a soul frozen...at best
~THE FLOWING PEN~
10-25-03
Designed by Violet
Chilling her to the bone
Icy daggers of your fingertips
She would rather go on alone
Teardrops wiped frozen in time
A tribute to your steely gaze
Nothing left but a tattered beauty
She doesn't seem to care these days
It was the month of October...
She laid love to rest
Winters grip had touched her heart
She's just a soul frozen...at best
~THE FLOWING PEN~
10-25-03
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Designed by Violet
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