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Siren by Cam M. Roberts Almost like a Beckettian Muse, the latterday Billie Whitelaw, within a corridor of spectral light wherein May paces metronomic nine seconds at length, spiraling inward, clockwork, ritual of no, unbecoming to Amy, an anagram, and so … Continue reading

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