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Слушать(AI)Admonition
If you dissect a
To diagram the
You'll cut the
Articulating song.
If you flay a
To marvel at the
You'll wreck the
From which the fur began.
If you pluck out the
To find what makes it move,
You'll halt the
That syncopates our love.
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath (October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963) was an American poet, novelist, and short-story writer.
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