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{{% verse %}}She died at play,
Gamboled away
Her lease of spotted hours,
Then sank as gaily as a Turk
Upon a Couch of flowers.
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Her ghost strolled softly o’er the hill
Yesterday, and Today,
Her vestments as the silver fleece —
Her countenance as spray.

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— Emily Dickinson{{% /verse %}}

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*To The Lament, who offered me reclamation.*  
*— Madison Rye Progress*
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<details><summary>Content Notes</summary>
<p>Contains mentions of rough, but consensual sex with one vague description; blood; adult characters engaging with the world as children, unrelated to sex; themes of familial abuse.</p>
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