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I would say everything should be able to come into a poem, but I can't put toothbrushes into a poem, I really can't!

Sylvia Plath

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Sylvia Plath
Age: 30 †
Born: 1932
Born: October 27
Died: 1963
Died: February 11
Autobiographer
Diarist
Essayist
Novelist
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Writer
Boston
Massachusetts
Victoria Lucas
Sylvia Plath Hughes
Toothbrushes
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Everything
Come
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