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Found Poetry 877
the crack gobbled us up locked us in her deep womb each draft of wind, laughter rubbing elbows through narrow caves bleeding in Earth's sunless lane a story for each purple stain hope, the only lantern
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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