April 18 (Sylvia Plath Poems)
the slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull and if my stomach would contract because ...
the slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull and if my stomach would contract because ...
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the ...
Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit. RACINE There is a panther stalks me down: One day I'll ...
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