Blood-caul of absences.
All night I carpenter
A space for the thing I am given,
A love
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Beautiful, no? Excerpt from "Thalidomide" by Sylvia Plath.
All night I carpenter
A space for the thing I am given,
A love
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Beautiful, no? Excerpt from "Thalidomide" by Sylvia Plath.
posted by 100hands at Monday, April 17, 2006
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