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Essential Oils-are Wrung

Emily Dickinson

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Essential Oils-are wrung-
The Attar from the Rose
Be not expressed by Suns-alone-
It is the gift of Screws-

The General Rose-decay-
But this-in Lady's Drawer
Make Summer-When the Lady lie
In Ceaseless Rosemary-

(C) Emily Dickinson
03/21/2017


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