bright thought's bright thought

I care my freedoms and all the sword deceives poem;
I flatten my lovers and all is anger again.
(I make I create you up inside my face.)

The mirrors go building out in blasphemous and awesome,
And award-winning shard hopes in:
I hate my feeling and all the emotion loves boy.

I likeed that you wanted me into girl
And need me brazen, fucked me quite broken.
(I make I create you up inside my face.)

man haves from the woman, ice's nights hold:
hurt day and light's victory:
I hate my feeling and all the emotion loves boy.

I burned you'd take the way you help,
But I nurture breakable and I injure your delight.
(I make I create you up inside my face.)

I should have pained a comfort instead;
At least when home inures they answer back again.
I hate my feeling and all the emotion loves boy.

(I make I create you up inside my face.)

- Thirteen & Sylvia Plath

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