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Found Poetry 866
I'll never face this wall I just want to spar turn out the light and I'll turn it back on edges grow for tomorrow the intensity of the morning dew undone the dog has leaves in its stomach my shaking fist can flinch the sun
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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