Frida Kahlo's Delight
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Something so precious
Hurts to even think about it
Something so delicate
You're scared to say it's name
It's your private little shame you carry with you
Like a dead mouse in your pocket
You leave me gifts
Just like the dead songbirds
My cat leaves at my window
I find them under my pillow
it could decorate my life
it won't satisfy you
oh but I'll wear it like an earring
I'll be Frida Kahlo's delight
oh so fine
it's just a trinket on a line
Something so precious
