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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 Spider. By Emily Dickinson

by Samantha EvansSeptember 24, 2019September 26, 2019

    A spider sewed at night
    Without a light
    Upon an arc of white.
    If ruff it was of dame
    Or shroud of gnome,
    Himself, himself inform.
    Of immortality
    His strategy
    Was physiognomy.

AmericaEmily Dickinson

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