"I Fancied you’d return the way you said, but I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)"
From Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylivia Plath. Image via VISIONE.
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