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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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