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Found Poetry 263
a creature moving slowly on pinlegs walking over the arm of my coat I try to blow it off with a quick exhale I pray for it to go away as I do I bring it nearer to my face and see it is not grotesque but a sweet little thing
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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