Every woman adores a fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute
Brute heart of a brute like you.
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
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I am incapable of more knowledge.
Sylvia Plath...love knows not of death nor calculus above the simple sum of heart plus heart.
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Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing
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They understood things of the spirit in Japan. They disembowelled themselves when anything went wrong.
Sylvia PlathThe consequences of love affairs would stop me from my independent freedom of creative activity, and I don't intend to be stopped.
Sylvia PlathWhat have I eaten? Lies and smiles.
Sylvia PlathNever try to knock on rotten wood.
Sylvia PlathStasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
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