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Tea With Plath.Sometimes when I get sad
I pretend that I’m having tea with Sylvia Plath.
And she’s sitting there talking,
Going “I am. I am. I am.”
And listening to me.
Pretending my thoughts are important.
But by the time the time is over,
We’ll be in perfect sync,
Sylvia and I.
“We are. We are. We are.”
.She says she didn't do it,
but you know she's lying.
You know it's just an act for the audience.
It's just a trick.
You know she did it.
You know she killed her.
You know she stabed her.
So why is she lying?
The Doctor.He says he’s a time lord.
That he wants to take me into his phone booth
He calls the tardis.
That he wants to take me to the future,
to the Middle Ages,
or to World War II Europe.
Whichever I prefer.
He says we need to go to outer space,
that we need to stop the Daleks.
I say, “Who are you?”
He says, “The Doctor.”
“Doctor who?” I ask.
He says, “Just the Doctor.”
And pulls me into the phone booth.
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