Brave love, dream
not of staunching such strict flame, but come,
lean to my wound: burn on, burn on.
not of staunching such strict flame, but come,
lean to my wound: burn on, burn on.
— sylvia plath: firesong via barry.
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Sylvia Plath: Firesong
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