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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 Past. By Emily Dickinson

by Samantha EvansSeptember 24, 2019September 26, 2019

    The past is such a curious creature,
    To look her in the face
    A transport may reward us,
    Or a disgrace.

    Unarmed if any meet her,
    I charge him, fly!
    Her rusty ammunition
    Might yet reply!

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