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Verses 2 and 3 from Nick and the Candelstick by Sylvia Plath

Posted by admin on October 5th, 2007 filed in Uncategorized

The earthen womb
Exudes from its dead boredom.
Black bat airs

Wrap me, raggy shawls,
Cold homicides.
They weld to me like plums.

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