I am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red ago…

Sylvia Plath
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I am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love. ✨ Sylvia Plath (2015). Collected Poems, Faber & Faber
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I am accused. I dream of massacres. I am a garden of black and red agonies. I drink them, Hating myself, hating and fearing. And now the world conceives Its end and runs toward it, arms held out in love. ✨ Sylvia Plath (2015). Collected Poems, Faber & Faber

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