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“Secrets” is a daily word
Yet does not exist-
Muffled-it remits surmise-
Murmured-it has ceased-
Dungeoned in the Human Breast
Doubtless secrets lie-
But that Grate inviolate-
Goes nor comes away
Nothing with a Tongue or Ear-
Secrets stapled there
Will emerge but once-and dumb-
To the Sepulchre-
Secrets Is A Daily Word
Emily Dickinson
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