The briefest moment,
respite.
A luxury of the carefree.
Pure and untouched by the cacophony
of the furrowed brow.
When the last tremor of the body stills,
the gasping breath eases,
and the lids lay down gently,
it slips off to a peaceful place.
Where smiles are not necessary,
and tears do not flow.
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