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Found Poetry 124
I slipped into the soft void mayday I vaulted I climbed the ghost ladders and saw cold nothings a falcon flew above and gave me a ball of light like a silk sun made of soulstuff
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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