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"Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.
The tulips turn to me, and the window behind me
Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly thins,
And I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow
Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips,
And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself.
The vivid tulips eat my oxygen."
tulips by slyvia plath
entire poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49013/tulips-56d22ab68fdd0
tulips by slyvia plath
entire poem: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49013/tulips-56d22ab68fdd0