Art Thou The Thing I Wanted?
Emily Dickinson
1282 Art thou the thing I wanted? Begone—my Tooth has grown— Supply the minor Palate That has not starved so long— I tell thee while I waited The mystery of Food Increased till I abjured it And dine without Like God— — Art thou the thing I wanted? Begone—my Tooth has grown— Affront a minor palate Thou could’st not goad so long— I tell thee while I waited— The mystery of Food Increased till I abjured it Subsisting now like God—
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