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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 1, Poema 19
XIX.
THE
MYSTERY
OF
PAIN.
Pain
feels
blank;
It
cannot
remember
When
it
started,
or
if
there
was
A
day
without
it.
It
has
no
future
but
itself,
Its
endless
spaces
hold
Its
past,
clear
to
see
New
times
of
pain.
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