I Went To A Bookstore
i went to a bookstore
in search of the works of sylvia plath
through the shelves i sought her words
but i was met with nothing.
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to her work
she dedicated her life
as well as her suffering
yet she is not given the basic respect
of being remembered
nothing could anger me more than that.
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