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Found Poetry 863
minerals licked and bellied fizz and slide and congeal a stony powdery taste I identify with burnt cooking I hear crickets and then their echoes their sinuous ripples flattening away there were two sunsets that night
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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