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Comfort me
With contumelies
And let your smiles make me numb
To the pains you breed.
Caress me
With thorns on your palms
And let your defensive pleas
Beautify my ugly scars
Kiss me
With the mightiness of your fists,
And let the hour of thrusts humble you
To the foolishness of flattery.
Though your love be as sweet as grapefruits
And my sufferings, your sucrose,
Let my death be the price
I pay
For us.
Let me die at home,
If I must.
For,
Here is home.
