A Life (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball, This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. Here's yesterday, last year --- ...
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball, This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. Here's yesterday, last year --- ...
the slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull and if my stomach would contract because ...
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