Emily Dickinson

I Know Lives, I Could Miss

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I know lives, I could miss
Without a Misery—
Others—whose instant’s wanting—
Would be Eternity—
 
The last—a scanty Number—
‘Twould scarcely fill a Two—
The first—a Gnat’s Horizon
Could easily outgrow—
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