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The Drowned Woman by Ted Hughes

Millionly-whored, without womb, Her heart already rubbish, Watching the garret death come, This thirty year old miss Walked in park pastoral With bird and bee but no man Where children were catching armsful Of the untouched sun. With plastic handbag, … Continue reading

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