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"I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo" - Sylvia Plath
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burning
veiling
liquor
skin
cheap
bath
kill
lingers
untitled
disappear
stare
sit
damp
porch
fingers
heartbreak
indecipherable
smell
papery
thin
smoke
watching
marlboro
inherently
aware
cigarette
drag
drown
discard
wind
tub
sex
longer
face
spent
pour
times
ashes
continue
blackness
hand
exhale
feeling
silently
whiskey