I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
— Sylvia Plath
Ariel
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I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
— Sylvia Plath
Ariel
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved