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Found Poetry 548
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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