This dirty—little—Heart
Emily Dickinson
1311 This dirty—little—Heart Is freely mine. I won it with a Bun— A Freckled shrine— But eligibly fair To him who sees The Visage of the Soul And not the knees.
1311 This dirty—little—Heart Is freely mine. I won it with a Bun— A Freckled shrine— But eligibly fair To him who sees The Visage of the Soul And not the knees.
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