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Found Poetry 237

3/18/20

the ghost fields
as cold as a death chamber
I wince
I see a tree blown in half by the storm
the winds are now upon me it seems

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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