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Found Poetry 586
a spiral of stairs hanging in the center a smooth metal rail like bone feel it twist and turn up the one you fell down with scars when you were young and found every splinter in the home
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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