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Found Poetry 124

9/12/19

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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