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Found Poetry 598


a worm was born with a unicorn horn
on its forehead one morning stubborn
in a corner feeling torn as a burden scorned
his family said we love you like no other

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

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