(thing) by SophiesCat Thu May 10 2001 at 1:45:50
A poem by Emily Dickinson

PAIN has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.

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