Mine Enemy is growing old —
I have at last Revenge —
The Palate of the Hate departs —
If any would avenge
Let him be quick — the Viand flits —
It is a faded Meat —
Anger as soon as fed is dead —
‘Tis starving makes it fat —
(Emily Dickinson)
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