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Found Poetry 898
it is fine to pivot when chance rises dice have six sides or earth colors made from black craters found corner to corner opposite of each other cannonball speckled path the future cackles back lines drawn so vivid
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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