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Found Poetry 92
I stoop to nature in its watery glory my mind is like a jellyfish a rusted wreck that could never love you the ocean smiles the sun rising and setting on its surface
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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