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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

’Twas Love’€”not Me

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’Twas Love’—not me’—
Oh punish’—pray’—
The Real one died for Thee’—
Just Him’—not me’—
 
Such Guilt’—to love Thee’—most!
Doom it beyond the Rest’—
Forgive it’—last’—
’Twas base as Jesus’—most!
 
Let Justice not mistake’—
We Two’—looked so alike’—
Which was the Guilty Sake’—
’Twas Love’s’—Now Strike!

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