Ataraxia - June |
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June
Ataraxia 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 |
