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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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- who wants to go to this with me??
- Excerpt from Canto VI of the Heights of Macchu Picchu
- Ohhh boy
- Is this real life?
- Tunez
- I would like to drown in this voice.
- Did you know
- Summer
- Death needs Time for what it kills to grow in.
- Garbage Patch
- Never drive a car when you're dead
- The answer to everything.
- Hannah Hoch
- I miss my bees
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- This kind of week.
- the battalion advances
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