Poems ✍️
  16.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

Each Second Is The Last

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Each Second is the last
Perhaps, recalls the Man
Just measuring unconsciousness
The Sea and Spar between.

To fail within a Chance—
How terribler a thing
Than perish from the Chance's list
Before the Perishing!


  mortality Time chance fear

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