Home ⇒ 📌Emily Dickinson ⇒ I fit for them
I fit for them
I fit for them
I seek the Dark
Till I am thorough fit.
The labor is a sober one
With this sufficient sweet
That abstinence of mine produce
A purer food for them, if I succeed,
If not I had
The transport of the Aim
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