Mine Enemy Is Growing Old-
Emily Dickinson
1509 Mine Enemy is growing old— I have at last Revenge— The Palate of the Hate departs— If any would avenge Let him be quick—the Viand flits— It is a faded Meat— Anger as soon as fed is dead— ’Tis starving makes it fat—
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