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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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noun

The giving of credentials.

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And secretly she began to hope I’d die.

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Sylvia Plath·1932–1963
hen she could cover my mouth and eyes, cover me entirely,And wear my painted face the way a mummy-case Wears the face of a pharaoh, though it’s made of mud and water. I wasn’t in any position to get rid of her.