My
Man
Says
I weigh about four ounces,
Says I must have hollow legs.
And then say I,
'Yes,
I've hollow legs and a hollow soul and body.
There is nothing left of me.
You've burnt me dry.
You
Have
Run
Through all my veins in fever,
Through my soul in fever for
An endless time.
Why,
This small body is like an empty snail shell,
All the living soul of it
Burnt out in lime.'
Grotesque
Lesbia Harford
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Poem topics: time, small, endless, body, fever, soul, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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Jujy Beregovsky: but why is the last line not L??
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