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Essential Oils are wrung

Essential Oils are wrung
The Attar from the Rose
Be not expressed by Suns alone
It is the gift of Screws

The General Rose decay
But this in Lady’s Drawer
Make Summer When the Lady lie
In Ceaseless Rosemary

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Poem Essential Oils are wrung - Emily Dickinson