Tis Opposites-entice
Emily Dickinson
355 ’Tis Opposites—entice— Deformed Men—ponder Grace— Bright fires—the Blanketless— The Lost—Day’s face— The Blind—esteem it be Enough Estate—to see— The Captive—strangles new— For deeming—Beggars—play— To lack—enamor Thee— Tho’ the Divinity— Be only Me—
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