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Simon Perril

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what holds me

what holds me when even the mystery of the smallest bones in the body has gone those spindle sticks cast no shade on my inmost shape and I pass between: no bride no mother no queen the dwindling prospect of …

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Persephone, dark abductee

from Beneath: A Nekyiad Persephone, dark abductee gather me for I soften lose shape find kin amongst the wet things palpitate like a fountain tip. So slit the pocket of my back reach in unfold the flutes there make me …

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