Feel oddly barren. sickness words draw horns physical world refuses or — Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath

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Feel oddly barren. My sickness is when words draw in their horns and the physical world refuses to be ordered, recreated, arranged and selected. I am a victim of it then, not a master.

Sylvia Plath

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