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I Wanted To Be Where Nobody I Knew Could Ever Come.
I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.
Sylvia Plath
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unfolding into another spring
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buy me a coffee
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Feels good lying on the cold ground
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Cat is smelling all my blood
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And so they will
Never come back
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