The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait. I found peace in a purple haze The lucifer is not as ugly as told.
Sylvia Plath - Lady Lazarus
I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it— A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot
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