stubborn hearts rebelled;
sorrowful thoughts beheld;
memories are dwelled.
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"To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream. I remembered everything. Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind of snow, should numb and cover them. But they were part of me. They were my landscape." ~Sylvia Plath
About Me
- Shanna Rae
- Bowling Green, Kentucky, United States
- I am a dreamer, a realist, a thinker, and a poet.
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