Solitary Grass. Miss?Shall Ever Find It, Whatever Is?

solitary grass. miss?Shall ever find it, whatever is? — Sylvia Plath

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I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?

Sylvia Plath

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Related Topics: outsider, poetry, solitude

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