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 Apr 7 Dave
Kitten Yvad
it seems to have taken
mold now but there
are no cold sounds where

verdant things kiss
the mountain rounds

and i promise this
where audobon park
grows listening, sighs are
met to sighs where homes are

you know this;
that it's not far
What’s beauty that is captured
In frames
Youthful exuberance
In evergreen bottles
The potion for immortality
Sought and sold
Weary souls and brittle bones  
opaque the vision
Inspired by a movie

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