empty

                    Straight-ham.

          Forgot
    Who I was—

              Am. Well,

  Be-damn’d,
      That yester-wind.

Cram

      That leastly beast
  ‘To another corner,

              Another tear-dam—

      Though fit-as-feared,
            Dusted-dear:

                  I am,
            At least,

          The starved-heart I am.

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