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I am incapable of more knowledge.
What is this, this face
So murderous in its strangle of branches? — Its snaky acids hiss.
It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults,
That kill, that kill, that kill.

— Sylvia Plath Ariel (1965)

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I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.

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