A Counterfeit– a Plated Person –, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

A Counterfeit– a Plated Person –

I would not be -

Whatever strata of Iniquity

My Nature underlie -

Truth is good Health - and Safety, and the Sky.

How meagre, what an Exile - is a Lie,

And Vocal– when we die –

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