591 Emily Dickenson. I heard a fly. buzz. w hen died. Was like the Stillness in the Air. Stillness. Between the Heaves of Storm. Stillness. The stillness in the room. Stillness. Stillness. Stillness. TheEyesaround. Had wrung them dry. And Breaths were gathering firm.
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I heard a fly
Was like the Stillness in the Air
Between the Heaves of Storm
The stillness in the room
Had wrung them dry
And Breaths were gathering firm
Keepsakes signed away
What portion of me be
There interposed a
With Blue-uncertain-stumbling Buzz-
Between the light-and me-
I could not see to see-