| Emily Dickinson... |
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I heard a Fly buzz- when I died- The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air- Between the Heaves of Storm- |
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The Eyes around- had wrung them dry- And Breaths were gathering firm For the last Onset- when the King Be witnessed- in the Room- |
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I willed my Keepsakes- Signed away What portion of me be Assignable- and then it was There interposed a Fly- |
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With Blue- uncertain stumbling Buzz- Between the light- and me- And then not see to see- |
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