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myrah
i write poems about things because sometimes i get too deep
as he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep:
slowly, and then all at once
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“i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; i lift my eyes and all is born again.”
ariel: the restored edition // sylvia plath

"ghosts (24 02 13)"

Date & Time: Saturday, April 20, 2013, 1:44 AM

Entry:

you took my hand

and together we ran

throughout the land

of what was grand

you were a ghost

but i was lost

we weren't what most

would want for a toast

across the shipwreck

upon our deck

would you not check

who we would affect

sometimes i feel like

calling out for a knife

we'd take a hike

to where we were not despised

hello

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