inhabited a cry. Nightly flaps outLooking, hooks, something love. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel

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I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.

Sylvia Plath, Ariel

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Related Topics: longing, love, poetry, yearning

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