Bit my pretty red heart in two
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty, I tired to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.
• Sylvia Plath, 'daddy'
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Oh, Sylvia.
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daddy
Bit my pretty red heart in two
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty, I tired to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.
• Sylvia Plath, 'daddy'
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Oh, Sylvia.