lurid_third_interval
sylvia plath
i
opened
the
door
and
blinked
out
into
the
bright
hall
.
i
had
the
impression
it
wasn't
night
and
it
wasn't
day
,
but
some
lurid
third
interval
that
had
suddenly
slipped
between
them
and
would
never
end
.
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