Sylvia Plath: The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods o


	Sylvia Plath Light Sayings Sylvia Plath The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things. Sylvia Plath BestQuotes4Ever.com The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things. Light, Poetry, Death, Stars, Night 2282

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