Sylvia Plath
to cover half my soul.
That taste of opiate wine!
Lure of the dark valley!
Anna Akhmatova
Shadows--hold their breath--
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death--
Emily Dickinson
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wondered what terrible thing it was that I had done.
Sylvia Plath |
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madness lifts its wing to cover half my soul. That taste of opiate wine! Lure of the dark valley! Anna Akhmatova |
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it comes, the Landscape listens-- Shadows--hold their breath-- When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death-- Emily Dickinson |
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