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I, Love, I Am The Pure Acetylene Virgin Attended By Roses.
-Sylvia Plath
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I, Love, I Am The Pure Acetylene
Sylvia Plath
I, Love, I Am The Pure Acetylene Virgin Attended By Roses.
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