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Emily Dickinson
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He ate and drank the precious Words his Spirit grew robust, He knew no more that he was poor nor that his frame was Dust.
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The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care
Find ecstasy in life, the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me I know that is poetry.
