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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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- Exit Through the Gift Shop
- "blissed-out buzz saw"
- Spring 2010
- not to be graphic
- This is really bad.
- May 21st.
- WHO WILL HIRE ME?
- Train Song
- Packing = death
- The junk shot, also known as the "top kill."
- Musings
- I think you should...
- IT'S SUMMAAH BEECHES
- I'm sorry, what?
- AHHHH
- Jusqu'ici tout va bien, jusqu'ici tout va bien...
- Mmmm
- the Animal Collective of Spain
- things to look forward to
- OIL SPILL. THIS IS A BFD.
- new york, i will miss you this summer.
- FREEEETHINGSSSOHMAGAWD
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