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| flexure |
| her fluent fruit: rowan berries firewheels, redflowing in my throat when i eat them your ashes in the mountain rowena rain ! on me ( in me ) when we dead seep through the body of the earth |
| Rowena is a redbreasted word singing in my body like a tree |
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| fr�ne |
| fr�le |
| Your wave-bent voice winds round my wall of skin Sea-woven strands of winter blood bloomspill me your inflections offshore the bounds of articulacy Wordstems adrift in a flux of new names unwilt me |