'Tis customary as we part
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
'Tis so appalling — it exhilarates
'Twas just this time, last year, I died
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch
'Twould ease — a Butterfly
"Faith" is a fine invention
"I"m Wife"
"Presentiment is that long shadow"
"The Brain, within its Groove"
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