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You flew into my fragile net in summer. With no intent
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where, o where is my oven?by Patience is a Virtue 16 lines, on Aug 17 1:41 PM. In Angst, Sad, Love, Spiritual, Thoughts, Pain, Sylvia Plath, suicide
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