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posted this at about the same time last year. it still seems apt.

The comets
Have such a space to cross,

Such coldness, forgetfulness.
So your gestures flake off -

Warm and human, then their pink light
Bleeding and peeling

Through the black amnesias of heaven.

Sylvia Plath
The Night Dances

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[janezanaddict]

Sylvia Plath (((love))) I have been reading some Faulkner. I am not too impressed to tell you the truth. I prefer Henry Miller any day.