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 Today we went over another poem about Emily Dickinson again. If I honestly had to read poems she would not be my first guess because I don’t relate to them at all and there are hard to dialate. Today though the poem we went over called “there’s a funeral in my brain”. Was lowkey kinda good. I felt like Mr rease took the poem a little more literally instead of metaphorically like I did, but we will never know the true meaning because the artist is passed.