"You disrupted the predictable pattern of my life, and although uncertainties and changes can be quite uncomfortable, a life is only a paper puppet show without them."
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How loose the silk. How jailed down the juice...
"Beware, beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair, and I eat men like air..." -S. Plath
"When we see it,
we'll do what is natural,
we'll take our burned hands
out of our pockets
and clap."
The only living girl in Hiroshima...
How loose the silk. How jailed down the juice...
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"She kept all of her pens in a drawer, off the desktop. It was a little like quitting smoking."
Quiet moments in house...
"Beware, beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair, and I eat men like air..." -S. Plath
"When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know. 'Of course you know', they said. 'She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, 'to be everything'. I said I wanted to be a poet. Then they scooted around for something for me to hold. They suggetsed a book of poems but that seemed too obvious. Finally, Jay Cee unclipped the long paper rose from her latest hat."
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