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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