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ON SYLVIA PLATH’S BIRTHDAY

Psychic says one journal burned (too personal)

One still hidden in family

Psychic sees (next session) a box

Carvings, a beautiful jewel on it

Red satin ribbon on key

16th or 17th century

Sees Sylvia put key into box

And unlock it

She’s starting to touch me with spirit vibration

Around face (like my mother)

The tears I cried when her son died

Turned (says psychic) to crystals

She’s holding them in her hand