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The Sylvia Plath story is told
To girls who write
They want us to think
That to be a girl poet
Means you have to die
Who was it
That told me
All girls who write
Must suicide?
Must suicide?
Must suicide?
Must suicide?
I've another
Good one for you
We are turning
Cursive letters into knives