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Nov 10, 2008
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Wages of Art and the Open ones
Plath made breakfast.
Milk and bread
on the table,
she sealed the doors
with wet towels.
She placed her head in the oven.
Woolf wore her overcoat
shoveled heavy stones in the pockets.
It was March.
She walked into the river
shared by her morning window.
Van Gogh rested his easel down
on a haystack. he had a revolver,
he found his fields gold and burning,
The bullet was below the heart
it took two days.
Sexton got back from lunch
dicussing
"the awful rowing towards god".
she pulled out of the parking lot,
returned to the garage, door down
engine running.
Milk and bread
on the table,
she sealed the doors
with wet towels.
She placed her head in the oven.
Woolf wore her overcoat
shoveled heavy stones in the pockets.
It was March.
She walked into the river
shared by her morning window.
Van Gogh rested his easel down
on a haystack. he had a revolver,
he found his fields gold and burning,
The bullet was below the heart
it took two days.
Sexton got back from lunch
dicussing
"the awful rowing towards god".
she pulled out of the parking lot,
returned to the garage, door down
engine running.
— whitetea, Nov 10, 2008
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zarul
17 years 7 months ago
WONDERFUL
whitetea
17 years 6 months ago
hi zarul! good to see you!
zarul
17 years 7 months ago
WONDERFUL
yenti
17 years 7 months ago
Art
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Kailashana
17 years 7 months ago
A work-of-art poem,
leonard daranjo
17 years 7 months ago
For the tormented souls
Kailashana
17 years 7 months ago
Have you seen Basquiat? A
whitetea
17 years 6 months ago
kailashana
whitetea
17 years 6 months ago
leonard
Janice Pearce
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whitetea
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