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A Kings Loss

by @Mooncatcher

Does not the love thou show Quench my arid heart To quell the fire that doth rage within My heartless kingdom For you say to me your king That there is no other such that can feed Your pitiful heart How you speak false words of snakes Yet hide me unto the shadow of the night Did I not feed the urge betwix the milky thighs and not give you all that desire called for Yet here you stand with dagger pressed against my breast waiting to cull Amartia doth thy not see you king loves you For your eye's do not belong to a blind hag Yet you cannot see what the gods have blessed you with Be still child and let the gods whisper And the fire that salty tears have quelled Shall no longer burn for my Amartia
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