Poems ✍️

04.06.2025

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Author: Emily Dickinson

The Dust Behind I Strove To Join

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The Dust behind I strove to join
Unto the Disk before—
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
Like Balls upon a Floor—

futility Time Separation chaos

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