In a Hazemookiedaisies
  • Laying her head down, I winced
    By the touch of her hair, I watched
    Closing her eyelids, I wondered:
    If I ever cross her mind, I prayed.

    Pray tell if she’s content, I wished
    Pray tell if she’s not, I plead
    Pray tell if she’s loved me, I begged
    Still, that’s one thing I’d never know, I knew.



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