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Aisha
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Hambre del Alma
Aisha
under the moon
My hands plunge
deeper than your soul
I drink your marrow
I lick the flame from
off your tongue
Coals spill out your
mouth
turns my love to diamonds
I swallow your stones
they cut me at the throat
You caress the damage
I cannot let you go darling
Every magazine I have reminds me
diamonds
are
forever
Very clever
and very vivid...
when you bled...I saw red...
and the diamonds were brighter than the sun beaming on a blanket of new fallen snow