Sylvia Plath Quotes
I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. (Sylvia Plath)
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. (Sylvia Plath)