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Beached Under The Spumy Blooms, We Lie Sea-sick And Fever-dry.
-Sylvia Plath
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Beached Under The Spumy Blooms, We Lie
Sylvia Plath
Beached Under The Spumy Blooms, We Lie Sea-sick And Fever-dry.
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