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Found Poetry 852
flesh in a jar of glass cramped expressionless my walks unmade I think of them from my house a shelf I could see outside again if you move me over a bit under a windowless veil I sit
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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