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Nothing – Famine Asylum
کاورش منو یاد Obscura گورگاتس میندازه
I was trapped, with the tantalizing little square of night above me, and the warm, feminine atmosphere of the house enveloping me in its thick, feathery smothering embrace.
— Sylvia Plath
— Sylvia Plath