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A review by enteka
My Life Had Stood a Loaded Gun by Emily Dickinson
4.0
- The reticent volcano keeps
- I felt a cleavage in my mind
- I took my power in my hand
- I know that he exists
- Today or this noon
- It sounded as if the streets were running
- Where ships of purple gently toss
- I dreaded that first robin so