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There is a pain—so utter

599 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.

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Emily Dickinson

1830-1886 / Female / American

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Written by

Emily Dickinson

1830-1886 / Female / American

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