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Sylvia Plath killed herself while her children slept upstairs, breakfast ready at their doors. Anne Sexton wanted to do it, but Sylvia got there first, making Anne just a little less remarkable, although she tried often enough, her death like a song put on repeat. …
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“While solving for x I became a sort of ex-…” You graduated from making poems to making- out to making hottub love (you once: am I the only virgin online?) to making new friends (with me, often: I know I make a…
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