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Oct 2015
I hear your voice inside my head;
Sweetly singing, slowly creaking.
You only ever knew me dead.

It's like you've crawled into my bed-
Never one for needless weeping,
I hear your voice inside my head,

Your prayers I'm sure, have been misled,
For I've been sleeping, never speaking
You only ever knew me dead.

Countless words I've sat and read,
Learning every line, that desperate pleading,
I hear your voice inside my head.

Your words in me have freedom bred,
Now alive, in fear of bleeding-
I hear your voice inside my head,
"You only ever knew me dead."
for Sylvia Plath
Hanjo
Written by
Hanjo
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   Vervain and Sea
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