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Sylvia Plath Quotes

Sylvia Plath quote: "Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those..."

Clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?
Is it for such I agitate my heart?

Sylvia Plath

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