Poems ✍️
  19.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

The Mystery Of Pain

Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.


  pain memory Time suffering

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