june was tender
you can still see her
swinging in the moonlike spirits or ghosts
that nobody sees
that nobody believes in
june was tender
you can still see her if the redhe wouldn't have spent so many years
listening to june in the waves
if the redhe wouldn't have spent so many years
listening to the voice that there wasn't june would like to be
under the earth
like a beautiful stonewhite open
with the streched palm
on wich falling asleep
or at least
intimately thinking.
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