Living with illness is no different from a living ghost.
It was of consumption that he died
So very young, but already his body
Inside had undergone far more decay
Than any living body, however old and
Near death, can expect to see
It was whispered – how indeed are such things every known?
That the disease had completely eaten up
The frail matter of his lungs,
And that were his heart ought
To have been there was only living lots of worms
Gathered together tightly in the shape of a heart.
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