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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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