November's Child
I am just a November's child wandering over the hills with the stolen cherries in my hand.
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Sunday, 3 June 2012
How ironic...
A stranger man told me my eyes are sparkling when I'm smiling.
He slept. And I've been thinking,
How
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can a person's eyes still be
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sparkling
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while inside they are already dead?
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