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Poetry · Reflection
EMILY DICKINSON ~ THE SPLITTING OF THE BRAIN
16 January 2012
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind…
as if my Brain has split..
I tried to match it – Seam by Seam –
But could not make it fit.
Emily Dickinson
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