emily dickinson is awesome.

[exit_halo]

I died for Beauty--but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb
When One who died for Truth, was lain
In an adjoining Room--

He questioned softly "Why I failed?"
"For Beauty," I replied--
"And I--for Truth--Themself are One--
We Brethren are," He said--

And so, as Kinsmen, met at Night--
We talked between the Rooms--
Until the Moss had reached our lips--

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[ekucbbw]

shes not after you have to do a research project on her that lasts about a month. >_>

[finalsight]

My choir is singing a song that uses this poem for the lyrics. I looked up the poem and came across your journal. (Sorry for creeping, I just felt like mentioning it.)