Poems ✍️
  18.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

The Heart Asks Pleasure First

The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain-
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.


  pleasure pain suffering Death

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