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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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- "I'm never going near Manischewitz again"
- NOOOOOOO
- LET MY PEOPLE GO PART 2
- The American diet
- LET MY PEOPLE GO
- the wild streets of new york
- Yay?
- chaneling Avedon?
- By and by
- Even better now
- new favorite website!!!
- so happy.
- Telephone
- Toni Garnn, by Miles Aldridge
- Nice one, Spec.
- Poem from 1/9/09
- Buena Vista Social Club
- Saturday, where have you gone?
- swampy
- More thoughts.
- READ THIS.
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ahh. they're both so amazing. i lurve it
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