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Found Poetry 884
wants tease always over our heads playing keep away we jump for them on the way down we twist our ankle or neck if we manage to touch them they can cut or burn if we manage to see them they can sting or blind if we manage to reach them we'll just want more like an overeating dog all mouth, licking a dirty floor the next want steps up running far ahead of us our legs splinter when we try to keep up and knees become dust the only thing we can do with a want is to not want the want leave the thought of your fingers on it untouched it can no longer haunt, yet it will still taunt but its loud words will become a hush just a soft thing with its claws cut trying to keep away from us
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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