Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/All the letters I can write

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(With a flower)

All the letters I can writeAre not fair as this,Syllables of velvet,Sentences of plush,Depths of ruby, undrained,Hid, lip, for thee—Play it were a humming birdAnd just sipped me!
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