The thud hurts,
please...hush,
on pain of sleeping on mats,
for lack of cash.
My beautiful beloved bought talons,
soon I took her home,
and slice my cheeks as muttons,
hush...it's against the norms.
My love's reward was a mock,
daily wars with no explanation,
with no gift I got a knock,
Hush...when you say I be gone.
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