Poetry (Plath)
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Complete, First published Feb 03, 2015
This piece of work is something that was part of my coursework during my English Course. If you've ever read any of Sylvia Plath's poem, this should make sense. I decided to base mine around 2 poems, Little Fugue and The Shrike. I turned it into, what is called a psycho-biography, so I wrote it in second person and first-person point of view giving an insight of the poet's mind.  This one of the chapter out of the biography- I would love to hear what you all think of it! Anyway, this is only the beginning, I've been reading on Wattpad for ages now (5 years!) but never had the guts to wrote down my own stories.
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