A girl disappearing to some secret prison. Behind her eyes she whispers,
"Big surprise there was no protection by this urban light so I鈥檓 running to a constellation where they can still see you." -Tori Amos
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Strange, obdurate girl, says Sylvia Plath 鈽�
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