by Emily Dickinson
Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it.
Proud of the pain, I did not feel ?till thee.
Proud of my night, since thou, with moons, dos't shake it.
Not to partake thy passion, -my humility
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Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it.
Proud of the pain, I did not feel ?till thee.
Proud of my night, since thou, with moons, dos't shake it.
Not to partake thy passion, -my humility
