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A blackout poem made from a page of poetry by Emily Dickinson. Portions of the poem are crossed out with black marker.

By Asiya Karim

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a settler,
silence
paused for me,
awed

XLII
WE
Relate when
they
fly?
Sky a
narrow way
for ourselves;
There’s no geography.

XLIII
“UNTO
“I do not know
your house?”
“Wagons
far from thence”—