Only a lamp rides the night waves from the corner

My soul sings the song of coziness, of love undiscovered

On the other side, I am curled warm on my mattress

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The blue marble beetle that crossed my path today speaks:

In the middle of the forest is a house that glows, and it is my house.

Innocence kept fresh

Mind cradled by the trees outside

Hold yourself to yourself, tight and warm and blow on the lightning sparks of your soul.

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You shall glide on a cloud of dreaming, your glasshouse carried to unknown shores.

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I am safe and sound in my house of glass;

And my body slumbers, chest rising and falling with cricket-song