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Apr 2015
Body pops, tendons crackle and
Joints are made of plasterboard
Birds echo in his ears
A glance fills nietzhan buckets
A step stops, halted.
Neurons glitter in the dark lids
He sits she falls he cries.
Elizabeth Hynes
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Elizabeth Hynes  Gender Nonconforming/London
(Gender Nonconforming/London)   
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