All the letters I can write
Are not fair as this-
Syllables of Velvet-
Sentences of Plush,
Depths of Ruby, undrained,
Hid, Lip, for Thee-
Play it were a Humming Bird-
And just sipped-me-
Poem by Emily Dickinson

A word is dead when it is said, some say.
I say it just begins to live that day.
- Emily Dickinson
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