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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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