"Once I wounded him with
so small a thorn
I never thought his flesh would burn
or that the heat within would grow
until he stood
incandescent as a god"
so small a thorn
I never thought his flesh would burn
or that the heat within would grow
until he stood
incandescent as a god"
~Sylvia Plath, To a Jilted Lover
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