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dickinson-series01_042-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_042-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	117	5	81	I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs; The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now, And they can put it with my dolls, My childhood, and the string of spools I've finished threading too. Baptized before without the choice, But this time consciously, of grace Unto supremest name, Called to my full, the crescent dropped, Existence's whole arc filled up With one small diadem. Poem XIV.	cache/dickinson-series01_042-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_042-1890.txt
