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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 12, Poema 41
XLI.
I
breathed
enough
to
learn
the
trick,
And
now,
away
from
air,
I
pretend
to
breathe
so
well,
That
one,
to
be
quite
sure
The
lungs
are
still,
must
go
Among
the
clever
cells,
And
touch
the
act
himself.
How
cool
the
breath
feels!
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