A happy lip—breaks sudden By Emily Dickinson

A happy lip—breaks sudden—
It doesn’t state you how
It contemplated—smiling—
Just consummated—now—

But this one, wears its merriment
So patient—like a pain—
Fresh gilded—to elude the eyes
Unqualified, to scan—

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