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I Am Solitary As Grass. What Is It I Miss? Shall I Ever Find It, Whatever It Is?
-Sylvia Plath
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I Am Solitary As Grass. What Is
Sylvia Plath
I Am Solitary As Grass. What Is It I Miss? Shall I Ever Find It, Whatever It Is?
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