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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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