âȘ    đŽđ¶đ”đ¶đłđ¶đźđŒđŹ đšđ» đ đš.đŽÂ  .   (  a  series of  sentence starters  from sylvia plathâs â the collected poems â .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .)
my mendings itch . Â thereâs nothing to do .
what ceremony of words can patch the havoc ?
stop crying . open your hand .
it is a terrible thing , to be so open .
i am too pure for you or anyone .
itâs easy to blame the dark .
how free it is , you have no idea how free .
it must be one or the other of us .
it was a kind of marriage , being so close .
i couldnât sleep for a week .
it is comfortable , for a change , to mean so little.
your room is lousy with flowers .
now i resemble a sort of god .
nobody can tell what i lack .
i suppose itâs pointless to think of you at all .
i can stay awake all night , if need be .
this is not what i meant .
i canât get it out of my mind .
when you kick me out , thatâs what iâll remember .
i wasnât fooled . i knew you at once .
if the moon smiled , she would resemble you .
your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing .
i do not trust the spirit .
one day , it wonât come back .
they will wonder if i was important .
oh god , i am not like you .
there is no stopping it .
we have come so far , itâs over .
tonight will be , in every respect , like every other night .
thatâs how you always talk before we start .
if i didnât trust you at this , i wouldnât trust myself .
at least i feel less dread of the world beyond ours .
i admit it :Â iâm afraid .
i dreamed of doing it , and now itâs done .
what manner of business are you on ?
perhaps youâve late quitted heaven ?
sugar can cure everything .
is there no way out of the mind ?
there are no trees or birds in this world .
this is what i am made of , this and terror .
why is it so quiet , what are they hiding ?
this is what it is to be complete .
is he wearing pajamas or an evening suit ?
the police love you , you confess everything .
is my life so intriguing ?
where are you going that you suck breath like mileage ?
you flicker . i cannot touch you .
if i could bleed , or sleep ! if my mouth could marry a hurt like that !
what did they know that i didnât ?
you say you canât stand her .
iâm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill .
weâre here on a visit .
where do you stash your knife ?
what sort of scenery is it ?
pure ? what does it mean ?
right now you are dumb , and i love your stupidity .
i know why you wonât give it to me . youâre terrified .
is it impossible for you to let something go and have it whole ?
must you kill what you can ?
there is one thing i want today , and only you can give it to me .
do away with it altogether .
are you our sort of person ?
i have always been scared of you .
i didnât call you . i didnât call you at all .
there is nothing between us .
seven hours knocked out of my right mind .
i am myself . that is not enough .
i dream of someone else entirely .
we should meet in another life .
you know what lies are for .
dying is an art , like everything else .
do not accept it . itâs not genuine .
eternity bores me , i never wanted it .
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