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Found Poetry 273


will I find a rain cloud to wash over me
and dilute my scars?
I shout "Where are you!" until my throat split
and my spit changed to blood
my sea bones cry for mist
while my skin is in a desert

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

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