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Found Poetry 897

1/8/22

darkness is often ripe
waiting cross-legged in eggs
dwell on the shell
let it crack on its own
its remarkable hidden form

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

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