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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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The Outlet. By Emily Dickinson

by Samantha EvansSeptember 24, 2019September 26, 2019

    My river runs to thee:
    Blue sea, wilt welcome me?

    My river waits reply.
    Oh sea, look graciously!

    I’ll fetch thee brooks
    From spotted nooks, —

    Say, sea,
    Take me!

AmericaEmily Dickinson

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