That This Should Feel The Need Of Death

Emily Dickinson

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That this should feel the need of Death
The same as those that lived
Is such a Feat of Irony
As never was—achieved—

Not satisfied to ape the Great
In his simplicity
The small must die, as well as He—
Oh the Audacity—

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