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Found Poetry 564
oceans are mobile with drunkenness not the one that men own turning themselves upsidedown hugging a sliver of wave everything a mouth of drown water is wiser for when it sinks it rises and finds it natural to reflect the sky
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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