my high school search history:
a stack of wishes
Best laid plans of Sylvia Plath lovers go awry.
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let’s get this over with: i hate form. rules
confound me. i break before i bend
most of the time.
blank.
field.
& bigger & louder — & more dangerous
& the machinery of — love roars
The thing that remains is the knowledge that there is another me, who I do not control, who has the ability to take over my body. There is so much about myself that I will never know.
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I want to be a good man for you.
I want to wear a faux leather jacket convincingly.
My muses wept. They no longer needed joyful poems, but poetry of tearful chasms into which the corpses of men, including those of the clergy, fell.
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