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Found Poetry 565


have a drink, brother
the kind that burn the throat
so we don't have to talk
I would just lie anyway
our strange silent duel
on a stage of smoke
why do we bother
to hide what has broke
let's just say it straight: he passed
have another drink, brother
life is like this glass

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

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