If today I follow death,
go down its trackless wastes,
salt my tounge on hardened tears
for my precious dear time's waste
race
along that promised cave in a headlong
deadlong
haste,
Will you
have
the
grace
to mourn for
me?
-Mourning Grace, Maya Angelou
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wet as a slipnslide.
11:25 at night and for some odd reason your in my head. And i can't seem to get you out.
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go down its trackless wastes,
salt my tounge on hardened tears
for my precious dear time's waste
race
along that promised cave in a headlong
deadlong
haste,
Will you
have
the
grace
to mourn for
me?
-Mourning Grace, Maya Angelou
I friggen LOVE it.
Come dance in it with me.