Emily Dickinson Poem

Our own possessions — though our own —

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Our own possessions — though our own —
‘Tis well to hoard anew —
Remembering the Dimensions
Of Possibility.

Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision.
Our little secrets slink away —

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