Emily Dickinson

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*This poem is by Emily Dickinson and I just had no clue what to title it. Enjoy.*

They might not need me;
But they might,
I'll let my head be just insight;
A smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity

*also I decided to put another poem by her its right under*

I held a jewel in my fingers and went to sleep.
The day was warm, and winds were prosy;
I said: "I will keep."
I woke and chid my honest fingers- The gem was gone;
And now an amethyst remembrance is all I own."

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