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a poem by Emily Dickinson
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- I felt a cleavage in my mind
- As if my brain had split;
- I tried to match it, seam by
seam,
- But could not make them fit.
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- The thought behind I strove
to join
- Unto the thought before,
- But sequence ravelled out of
reach
- Like balls upon a floor.
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