before they turn the lights out

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"And yes, he raises the moon on a crane and scrubs it until it shines.”
theme
The fever trickles and stiffens in my hair.
My ribs show. What have I eaten?
Lies and smiles.
— Sylvia Plath - from The Jailer (via watchoutforintellect) —
Monday July 20th, 2015 (6 years ago) with 4,696 notes
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