Moving

That’s sad, not in a bad
Way, melancholy at it’s
Best, rested against the
Memory

Exactly as remembered
Replayed as to watch it’s
Voice touch beside the
Sound

Bound pasted as a look
In a picture book on it’s
Pages flipped within the
Spirit

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