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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Banish Air from Air—

854
 
Banish Air from Air—
Divide Light if you dare—
They’ll meet
While Cubes in a Drop
Or Pellets of Shape
Fit
Films cannot annul
Odors return whole
Force Flame
And with a Blonde push
Over your impotence
Flits Steam.

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