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| sylvia plath | it didn't seem to be summer any more. i could feel the winter shaking my bones and banging my teeth together, and the big white hotel towel i had dragged down with me lay under my head numb as a snowdrift. | 020911 |
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| *nat* |
hehe i would like to take out all my bones, put them in a bag and shake them around. is there a more literal way of interpreting this post? I THINK NOT |
020912 |
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| bethany | spending_my_money | 021115 |