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Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly--
A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky
Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxide, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.
O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.
- Poppies in October by Sylvia Plath
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- Garance
- Dirty Projectors
- How sick would it be...
- Fucked in Park Slope
- Darkness.
- Mmmm Pizza
- Headphones
- Hell yeahhh
- happy happy happy! everybody happy!
- WHAT THE EFF MAN
- SUPA CROOK
- Live Music Overload!!
- Berkeley Hills
- Brooklyn is a dangerous place
- why my brother is amazing
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