Me From Myself-to Banish
Emily Dickinson
642 Me from Myself—to banish— Had I Art— Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart— But since Myself—assault Me— How have I peace Except by subjugating Consciousness? And since We’re mutual Monarch How this be Except by Abdication— Me—of Me?
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