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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

A doubt if it be Us

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A Doubt if it be Us
Assists the staggering Mind
In an extremer Anguish
Until it footing find.
 
An Unreality is lent,
A merciful Mirage
That makes the living possible
While it suspends the lives.

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