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I could not die with you,
For one must wait
To shut the other's gaze down,-
You could not.
And I, could stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's priviledge?
Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put of Jesus',
That new grace.
~Emily Dickenson~
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I'm not a book. So you can't read me. -_-
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