Satisfaction-is The Agent

Emily Dickinson

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Satisfaction—is the Agent
Of Satiety—
Want—a quiet Commissary
For Infinity.

To possess, is past the instant
We achieve the Joy—
Immortality contented
Were Anomaly.

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