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Sep 2021
...'til they cease to be beautiful."

I think the thing that's Beautiful,
resplendent once and then splayed
anesthetized on the table, under scalpel,
before surgeon, proves atomicβ€”
you can't dissect this thing of Beauty,
exhaust the nature's held, muses lost,
you can't touch it,
you could only cut yourself in haste,
or Otherwise make a model
in sorry mimicry
on some adjacent bench,
gaudy gawky gauche
and then, yes, (I guess)
it ceases to be beautiful.
Anthony Brautigan
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Anthony Brautigan  28/M/Nevada City, CA
(28/M/Nevada City, CA)   
   Aparna, Imran Islam and Colm
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