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Found Poetry 863

12/22/21

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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