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Tuesday, September 09, 2008

why Emily Dickinson was a recluse

i am sure she was pheramone rich
walked with long skirts
asked when the last time her toes were curled
asked about simple times
waited for johnny cash to buy his whiskey

men
wanted
desired
her/she didn't know how to react
except remove

away
hiding

to another world
of written words
and wanting those words to be spoken

but when they were,
afraid.

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