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OCTOBER

(Saturday, October 22, 1995, 11:05 p.m.)

Sky

Your eyes

Clouds,

Clouds across your skies

Cold, chilled

Wind, chilled, moves your hair

Clouds of grey

Crisp October day

Torn leaves rolling through the sky

Leaves, torn, crumble and die.

Through your eyes,

Ice eyes --

Coldly alive,

Wide and clear

Softly settle

Like the wind, quietly sigh

Softly sigh.