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Morning Song by Sylvia Plath

Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements. Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival.  New statue. In a drafty museum, your nakedness Shadows our … Continue reading

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