Emily Dickinson — "I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs …"
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an easier size.
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an easier size.
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