I shall not entirely
sit emptied of beauties, the gift
of your small breath, the drenched grass
Smell of your sleeps, lilies, lilies.
― Sylvia Plath, from “The Night Dances”.
Posted on Friday, May 20th at 10:09PM with 1,393 notes
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