Last Words of Sylvia Plath
"The alchemist in the guise of a lizard with a four chambered heart,
five fingers, toes and spine, a space giant with stars as its General,
in the season of masks reclines.
Ishtar of skin tight Paleoliths, turquoise feminine divine,
Mystery Babylon's torch on the global stair of space kills the bull"
were her last words.
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