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Oct 2014
Bony body writhing stomach
Bubbling, boiling.
Mind inside it hiding,
Rupturing, recoiling.

Come out to dance at midnight
The moon is full
Of sorrow.
Elizabeth Hynes
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Elizabeth Hynes  Gender Nonconforming/London
(Gender Nonconforming/London)   
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