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There Is A Painso Utter

Emily Dickinson

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There is a pain-so utter-
It swallows substance up-
Then covers the Abyss with Trance-
So Memory can step
Around-across-upon it-
As one within a Swoon-
Goes safely-where an open eye-
Would drop Him-Bone by Bone.

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


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