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Found Poetry 892

1/7/22

fresh and boneless, life starts
delicate and unsightly
little more than spirals of ooze
sleeping in the mud
leaning against each other
puppets moved by air
a burst of a crawl-stumble
we. can. move. dirt.
even then we weren't humble

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

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