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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBare Feet on Linoleum
Stay on your path Sylvia Plathdon't fall away like all the othersDon't take all your secrets alone to your watery grave aboutlovers andThe secrets you keep will keep you in deep like Amy andAnd brotherAnd all of the people you meet on the street will reiterate liesthat they utteredLeave me in peace, I cryIn the middle of the nightOn a slow boat bound for Catalina for no reasonTiny drops of perspiration dot my foreheadcould be mistaken for dew drops if this were photo seasonBut alas this is a real life - and it's been a real fight just tostop my mind from committing treasonWhy you ask?Because she told the townspeople I was crazy, and the lies, theystarted to believe themBut anyways - that's all over nowI've moved on, gone scorched earthAnd now I'm left wondering where to go from hereTo Sonoma where the fires have just left?South Dakota?Would standing in front of Mount Rushmore feel like the GreatAmerican homecoming I never had?Would the magnitude of the scale of the sculptures take the placeof the warm embrace I've never gotOr should I just be here nowBare feet on linoleumSlicing vegetables onto water that I will later turninto stewPeople love my storiesPeople love visions
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