The day hangs heavy loose and grey when you’re away
A crown of thorns, a shirt of hair, is what I wear
No one knows my lonely heart when we’re apart
[Maya Angelou]
I couldn’t tell fact from fiction
Or if my dream was true.
The only sure prediction
Is the whole world was you.
Id touch your features inchly
heard love and dared the cost.
The scented spiel reeled me unreal
And found my senses lost.
[Maya Angelou]
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