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To Sylvia Plathebo

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     My heartchambers aren't porous.

     My muse is a thesaurus.


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I shouldn't.

Actual title: To the poets, to the Sylvia Plathebos, to the huddled masses yearning for verse free, to the emotion-junkie narcissist hacks, to you whose pain nobody could possibly understand but you yourself: an affirmation and rebuttal.
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I woke up before 8, but now after reading this I think I'm fully awake. I have to admit I own a book of Sylvia Plath's poetry and The Bell Jar is on my nightstand and what you just described in your Author's Comments is me. But this is a damn catchy poem and now I'm going to repeating those two lines in my head all day. And maybe I'll also steer away from writing "emotion-junkie narcissist[ic]" poetry for a while.