Tell all the truth but tell it slant. — Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Tell all the truth but tell it slant. — Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Tell all the truth but tell it slant. — Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Tell all the truth but tell it slant. — Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Tell all the truth but tell it slant. — Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
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Tell all the truth but tell it slant.

— Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
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