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Because I could stop for Life— She kindly stopped with me— The carriage held not just ourselves but all mortality. We promptly drove; we knew of haste— I didn't put away my labour nor my leisure too for Her civility. We passed an industry where workers worked— At midnight— in the room— We passed the fields of gazing grain— We passed a megamall— Or rather— they passed us— The cloud unhid a paintful ray— For certain cotton made my clothes, my plastics only pay— We paused before a house that seemed a miracle in the air— Its use was scarcely visible: A trick of tear and wear— Since then— 'tis days and yet feels longer than the aeon we first surmised the turning sky were toward Temporary.
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Mar 4, 2023
Mar 4, 2023 at 2:06 PM UTC
Because I could stop for Life
Because I could stop for Life— She kindly stopped with me— The carriage held not just ourselves but all mortality. We promptly drove; we knew of haste— I didn't put away my labour nor my leisure too for Her civility. We passed an industry where workers worked— At midnight— in the room— We passed the fields of gazing grain— We passed a megamall— Or rather— they passed us— The cloud unhid a paintful ray— For certain cotton made my clothes, my plastics only pay— We paused before a house that seemed a miracle in the air— Its use was scarcely visible: A trick of tear and wear— Since then— 'tis days and yet feels longer than the aeon we first surmised the turning sky were toward Temporary.
#emily#dickinson#life
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22/M/Malaysia
Mar 4, 2023
Mar 4, 2023 at 2:06 PM UTC
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