From passion to pain
inhaling the dark -
that final message
leaving her spark...
Upon a cold world
though she wouldn't see -
her death had already
come to be...
She called upon no one
there was none to call -
That novel of everything
was nothing at all...
Forbidden fruit
secrets and lies -
Receiving his invitation
to die...
Her soul to eternally
haunt his path -
tragic a love
to love like Plath.
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