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S u s a n L e w i s
Dear Nemesis
—most constant
& attentive—
(not that I don’t
appreciate the need for
discretion & its
many splendors)
+ Keats’ reminder that
this is the mother of that
+ a certain flattery
as every one needs
& everyone has
—in this mottliest of
possible whirleds
(in which company loves
misery & any thing
on any scale is dropt
in the proverbial bucket):
like an impolitic virus
your satisfaction might
undo you.
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