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Found Poetry 548

1/24/21

trash broth
he has a grip of some
purpled seedy food
flesh and flies
grape-blue drips
I believe that is ham?
his tongue hurts
he eats some egg shells
and sucks on a cork
his lunch goes long
his life goes short

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

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