The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. — Sylvia Plath, Ariel
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The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.

— Sylvia Plath, Ariel
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