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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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