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Doomsday, Sylvia Plath

Doomsday The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans Atop the broken universal clock: The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens. Our painted stages fall apart by scenes While all the actors halt in mortal shock: The idiot bird leaps … Continue reading

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