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Found Poetry 807
a sweet backdrop of knowledge chained to the night I tear it in half by mouthfuls the grind of thick spaces trenched in my chambers a flood of obstacles I crawl in all directions finger to the dangers
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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