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The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson by Emily Dickinson
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It knew no Medicine—
It was not Sickness—then—
Nor any need of Surgery—
And therefore—’twas not Pain—

It moved away the Cheeks—
A Dimple at a time—
And left the Profile—plainer—
And in the place of Bloom

It left the little Tint
That never had a Name—
You’ve seen it on a Cast’s face—
Was Paradise—to blame—

If momently ajar—
Temerity—drew near—
And sickened—ever afterward
For Somewhat that it saw?
Book: The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson by Emily Dickinson
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