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And in the billow I talk to you
my only mermaid me thy only food
but today on whom have you
supervened among dahlias and lilies
and behind you from the pupae
and landscapes emerge bees
that make honey and today
I frenetically watch the valley
that I’ll always love, I’ll always
sleep to your bosom anointed
with honey but your body
lengthens out inside the North
between the blue trees
as far as the blue snows.
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