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October Eyes

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November 13, 2012

October Eyes has enchanting rhyme and a lilting rhythm. Have some words, courtesy of ~HoldTheNoise

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HoldTheNoise

Published: Nov 1, 2012

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Such gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades. A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades. Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies, So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes. Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs, Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms. With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies, The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.

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Oh my goodness, thank you all so much for my very first DD!! I'm so honored I don't even know what to do. Thank you to all the people who have taken the time to read it and to all the lovely comments! It is all greatly appreciate~!