Found Poetry 868

12/24/21

everything should be impossible
a world of stuff with rich dye overlaid
what can we infer by looking
when our brains go walking
cobbles we take become straight
the more they get displaced

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

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