My teeth are tired from chewing demon bones
Somebody get this
The gold rush is on
And I'm leaving you Mom
The casons
Typing away
In the corner of the library
Waiting for
An opening curtain
Every day they take a bite of you
I know it
Help me I'm alive in here
I got caught in a
When I see your picture my heart forms a fissure
I
Sylvia, Sylvia Plath
Soaked in the bathtub while I was pushing
One for the bourgeoisie
One for the row
The pace of the
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