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Found Poetry 269

4/22/20

soft pillow ears on my tired head
listen to the airy echo of the bed
my stomach shuts its eyes to gravity until fed
and floats me up and out instead

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

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