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Groves and Copses, Graves and Corpses (Plath's Mind)
Why did you turn to a dark corner?
Why did you squeeze into that damp, secluded alley?
What disturbed you?
What drained off your color in secret?
What made the air you breathed unbearable?
poem
by
Eon Ezkiel
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