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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.

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Sunset. By Emily Dickinson

by Samantha EvansSeptember 23, 2019September 27, 2019

    A sloop of amber slips away
    Upon an ether sea,
    And wrecks in peace a purple tar,
    The son of ecstasy.

AmericaEmily Dickinson

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