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Found Poetry 828


the terrible took
a tusk or two
red paint ground
all the birds flew

shut off the lights
take the jewels
bursting apart
cries at our heels

the sun golden grinds
past and present find

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

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