Along my lips my blood does weepas I mourn the love that kissed me deep,’twas not enough to make my heart melt—he has to use it to gloss his lips like diamonds,diamonds they were when they kissed minewounding lacerations and slices the like.But I don’t shine; I don’t speakand see this heart? It no longer beats.
-Ruth Boukhari
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