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Found Poetry 465


it may no longer be deep enough for a swim
but you don't really care
the lights in the fountain may be dim
but at least some water is still there
the beautiful tiles may have fallen off
but you're content with that
this is how you'll remember it
some things just cannot be put back

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

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