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Found Poetry 829


a child vanished? no
future leans on the unknown
scared for grow

a ball spins on the colored floor
anchored in the family core
growing up as before

we stare ice into spring

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

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