#fakeemilydickinson

I do not know just where it went,

This thing I want to see.

It vanished from the still pale frame

Into my history.

 

I plied the keys, I sailed the wires

Forever and a day.

But Death had claimed that view of mine

‘Twas spirited away.

 

 

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