A Weight With Needles On The Pounds
Emily Dickinson
264 A Weight with Needles on the pounds— To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft— The puncture—coolly tries— That not a pore be overlooked Of all this Compound Frame— As manifold for Anguish— As Species—be—for name—
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