A Doubt if it be Us
a poem by: Emily Dickinson
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A Doubt if it be Us
Assists the staggering Mind
In an extremer Anguish
Until it footing find –
An Unreality is lent,
A merciful Mirage
That makes the living possible
While it suspends the lives.
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A website offering fresh, original and exclusive material by writers who espouse the philosophy that “Words Matter” and believe that imagination is the seed of accomplishment.
We are passionate about the world we inhabit; Aware there are two sides to every story. Persistent in our pursuit of all points of view.
A place to think, to laugh, to shed a tear. Where words are gifts that feed the soul; ignite a flame within the heart; excite the recesses of the brain; spark passions and concerns; inspire the conscious and subconscious.
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