There is a pain—so utter, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

There is a pain—so utter

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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.

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