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“Crumbling is not an instant's Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation's processes Are organized Decays. 'Tis first a Cobweb on the Soul A Cuticle of Dust A Borer in the Axis An Elemental Rust— Ruin is formal—Devil's work Consecutive and slow— Fail in an instant, no man did Slipping—is Crash's law.”

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Book:The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
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Emily Dickinson was a renowned American poet of the 19th century, known for her unique poetic style and profound introspection. Her poetry is characterized by its concise form and philosophical language, often exploring themes such as life, death, nature, and religion. more

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