I wake up, and feel nothing
I walk among crowds and feel alone
I look in the mirror
and see a reflection
but the reflection is not me
blood red
pale skin moonlight,
draw me in, quench my thirsty,
coarsen veins,
let my body feel no pain
“If I Should Die,” Emily Dickinson
If I should die,
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam,
And noon should burn,
As it has usual done;
If birds should build as early,
And bees as bustling go,–
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
‘Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand
When we with daisies lie,
That commerce will continue,
And trades as briskly fly.
It make the parting tranquil
And keeps the soul serene,
That gentlemen so sprightly
Conduct the pleasing scene!
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