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Found Poetry 462
celebrate the itch which causes you to change directions the knowledge blaze will burn you shall I pour on the gas? your echoing actions not mere things of the past but perfect imperfections pathological? no just logic with a path
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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