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Vanished

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

She died, -- this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.

Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.

(C) Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
03/10/2020


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