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Found Poetry 567
a cold teary nothing from rooftops drips lands like cymbals on milky granite steps down the cobbled road and caught by the grass I have some questions I will wait to ask
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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