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Found Poetry 881


sometimes blades gather within
marry laughter with discipline
and you'll get through

sometimes claws crack the skin
you're a machine that runs on tears
you'll get through

sometimes no one is near
yet there are always mirrors
you'll see yourself through

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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