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Favorite Piece of Cotton, Sayva Phillips
SAYVA PHILLIPS, 11 I lay my head down for a peaceful rest Your soft white colored tempting cloth lies down I lay no sound, your surface like a nest My head sinks in, the thought of my thoughts drown
My weeping tears fall unto your surface My anger, my joy fi lls your soft cotton The patterns on you create verses As I lay on you until I’m rotten
You record my good dreams in your delight My dreams of happiness are there by far The dreams you create for me have no fright I lay unto you as you heal my scar
