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Found Poetry 817


unwrap the days
tackle them in a whirlwind
brace for it
work is done, stinging
we return
added to by baths
perhaps crawl in scraps
on a carpet of what we learned

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

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