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I Laid My Face To The Smooth Face Of The Marble And Howled My Loss Into The Cold Salt Rain.

-Sylvia Plath

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I Laid My Face To

Sylvia Plath

I Laid My Face To The Smooth Face Of The Marble And Howled My Loss Into The Cold Salt Rain.

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