Molasses
My lips drip molasses as thick as the blood that flows through me. I am seasoned to perfection delighting in my appetite. Bittersweet sonnets play in the backroom as I revel delicacies. The night shows suspense as i lay on my bed,curtains swaying with the wind. My mind is at rest and my dreams are abundant. I close my eyes and hear the tempo of music being sung.
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