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Dear Sylvia Plath: I am Envious!

This is how my heart was broken. This is how my heart was broken. Not with the bang of slammed doors But with a whimper of defeat. There was no sudden impact and Like Icarus in the Field I swam to dry land only to be alone With my wax wings, Melted and useless and heavy. This is how my heart was broken. This is how my heart was broken. Not with a bang but a whimper And a cry and nights spent alone Waiting for a text or call or A sign of life where there is none. I am no Lazarus; I will not return From the worms and the dirt. I am transformed forever, dear Jesus. This is how my heart was broken. This is how my heart was broken. This is how my heart was broken.
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Oct 24, 2010
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