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Found Poetry 888


light dropped from above
like verdigris on copper
christening yourself new
break well like a bottle

hope is not found in a suit
faces can be facades
surfaces empty space
being still a voyage

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

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