The Point of An Ending
It's over now, you can sit down
And wish it.
Claim.
Do not say you wish what back
Done is what is done what was
I shall be rabid like it
Who never went black, the whacked.
I shall be more than just culprit.
I own the well you pay the sheet.
The day has come and it's all mute
No desire.
And wish it.
Claim.
Do not say you wish what back
Done is what is done what was
I shall be rabid like it
Who never went black, the whacked.
I shall be more than just culprit.
I own the well you pay the sheet.
The day has come and it's all mute
No desire.
Labels: Emily Dickenson
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