AS by the dead we love to sit

AS by the dead we love to sit,
Become so wondrous dear,
As for the lost we grapple,
Though all the rest are here,

In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize,
Vast, in its fading ratio,
To our penurious eyes!

Emily Dickinson



True...our hearts always yearn for what's not. Not for that which is. You kill people in your mind, but like a heart beat they still live on in your heart. Now how do u ever kill a heart beat without killing yourself 1st?

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