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Jan 11, 2013 18:37

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you ( Read more... )

poem, musings, sylvia plath

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dondraper1990 January 13 2013, 08:12:52 UTC
My sweet Dagny, the song of a bewitched trist can be appealing. Allow the senses to precipitate in my arms - I will deliver you higher...

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reluctantdagny January 13 2013, 17:10:20 UTC
:)

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dondraper1990 January 13 2013, 23:17:57 UTC
If only passion and lust could always be of a 'come hither' approach...

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reluctantdagny January 17 2013, 02:16:01 UTC
I think most of the time it is. At least if it's anything like what is on TV.

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