Young Adult (18-35)
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I felt a funeral in My brain by Emily Dickinson I felt a funeral in my brain and Mourners to Renfro kept treading, treading till it seemed that sense was breaking through. And when they always seated a service like a drum kept beating, beating till I thought my mind was going numb. And then I had them left a box and creak Cross my soul with those same boots of lead again in space began to toll.