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  05.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

I Like A Look Of Agony

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I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it's true—
Men do not sham Convulsion,
Nor simulate, a Throe—

The Eyes glaze once—and that is Death—
Impossible to feign
The Beads upon the Forehead
By homely Anguish strung.


  agony Death truth suffering

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