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if i could extinguish the rote of immortality my sylvia plath obsession with death pursuing me where whitest blood makes civil hands unclean where a ghost stands at my feet and i am the immortal entity if most believe in life after their death then why, oh why, am i so afraid of it of immortality, of heaviest dream the ghost is a human, and i lazarus
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
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if i could extinguish the rote of immortality my sylvia plath obsession with death pursuing me where whitest blood makes civil hands unclean where a ghost stands at my feet and i am the immortal entity if most believe in life after their death then why, oh why, am i so afraid of it of immortality, of heaviest dream the ghost is a human, and i lazarus
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
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