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Three
Had we
senses?
Well
perhaps,
Tho’ they're
at home.
So intimate,
our not
‘tis
with
I have no
life,
but to
here,
Nor
Death
less
dispelled,
Nor
for,
nor
to,
Except, this
Plea
senses?
Well
perhaps,
Tho’ they're
at home.
So intimate,
our not
‘tis
with
I have no
life,
but to
here,
Nor
Death
less
dispelled,
Nor
for,
nor
to,
Except, this
Plea
Published 21st Apr 2019
| Edited 2nd Oct 2024
Author's Note
Emily Dickinson—cutup of two of her "envelope [i.e., scrap-paper] poems"
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