oh this precious thought of mine
inside my head. it gently rhymes
with beauty, love, happiness.
cleverly it makes me rest,
close my eyes, and hold it in–
no wreaking breath to end
it’s fragile life here in the cold
little hut of time before I’m sold
back to work
anothers’ world
oh this precious thought of mine, I want to think of all the time
Naphtalia 
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