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Found Poetry 472
lost and cold in my notes a bulk of rough bark I see light but no sparks papery ideas flickering with paper cuts prickling red stain on shirt at night hand writing curtains of letters wood table a hull on slant nervous but pliant in the fight
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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