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Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Emily Dickinson
XXIII
I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity
Nor had I time to love: but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.
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