Martha's Poem

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[this one's something I wrote for a story im writing]

A delicate spark: eradicated by your loathing
The hurt dissolves with fay healing my soul which was decomposing
Shy away from lustful expressions because you sense our end is coming
Nearer it draws as your hatred sings, composing

When will your touch send fruitful sparks through my spirit?
Haply the day your hate I inherit
Disdain coats your tongue; words fly like demerits
The pitfall creeps closer when your touch turns my skin claret

Under my breath do I wish upon immortal stars
Burning with desire upon your twilight heart
That doth wounds me like martyr for the vibration in her jar
Oh Fortuna, please call my fate to be not so far

Your torturous touch turns my skin so frail
Like a precious gem, or an inviting snake's scale
I dream of you when when I'm sick and pale
Your aura haunts me; your spirit longing for my white veil

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