A Word dropped careless on a Page, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

A Word dropped careless on a Page

May stimulate an eye

When folded in perpetual seam

The Wrinkled Maker lie

Infection in the sentence breeds

We may inhale Despair

At distances of Centuries

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A Word dropped careless on a Page

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