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Sylvia Plath
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She went out with her children in the grass
She went out with her husband in the bath.
She went out like Sylvia Plath.
Nothing’s real and nothing matters.
Nothing today, in the past, or future
will make me feel the way I felt with her.
She went out haunted by her past.
She went out desperate with each grasp.
She went out like Sylvia Plath.
She went out like Sylvia Plath.
My eyes are flat, the sun is shining.
I’m sitting here with Woody Allen.
And I’m shaking like the cowardly lion.
She went out lying on her back.
She went out feeling so trapped.
She went out like Sylvia Plath.
She went out like Sylvia Plath.
She went out like Sylvia Plath.
A parliament of owls and a daisy-chain.
Bright pink eyes and pitch black days.
Ticking clocks while beauty fades.
She went out through the looking glass.
She went out suddenly fast.
She went out like Sylvia Plath.
She went out like Sylvia Plath.
She went out like Sylvia Plath.
She went out like Sylvia Plath.
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I remember when you sat with me in that church service.
You watched me click my pen, you watched me shake my leg, I was so nervous.
and when you closed your eyes, I tried to say I’m sorry.
but it was a windy night and I don’t think you heard me.
And when you left I finally met your sweet mother.
I saw it fine, you have her eyes, only a bit younger.
Now years go by leaving behind all these lonely nights.
And my dreams can’t sleep cause they’re pressured beneath the memory of your eyes.
and I’ve been here and there, yea I have seen so much.
but it all can’t compare to any single time we’ve touched.
I remember when you sat with me in that church service.
You watched me click my pen, you watched me shake my leg, I was so nervous.
and when you closed your eyes, I tried to say I’m sorry.
but it was a windy night and I don’t think you heard me.
I don't think you heard me.
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