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Vision of June

He was bade.
 His seahorse heart,
my blue eyes dragoned in the dark.

The cool harbor on the dunes of the smooth moon,
the future cooed on the wind.

Not far my daughter June was mint,
pinned down from a clover of stars.
God add the water inside of him,
and gave my pink blood husk the fruit of it.

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