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Found Poetry 306
living on the edge of a hill thick fireflies among the green we notice when they spiral low and flash out their whole being however, they will be gone by morning about the time our eyes finish focusing
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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