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June 13, 2005
With a Flower
With a Flower, by Emily Dickinson.
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting wear me, too, And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.
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Posted on June 13, 2005 07:46 PM by Love P74.
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