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A molasses summer
You Follow me home because I’m scared of strangers
I know what’s looming behind me
I know you carry a knife in your pocket
But it’s ok
only mysteries scare me
You Drown me in a bath
Than lay me out in the sun to dry
In the drip dried summer that sank
Like a glass ball in a jar of molasses
You Swim in a sea of my blood
Cause It’s the same as loving me
Don’t think
Just take it
I wade by the shore
and don’t go where I can’t touch
You knock my heart on granite
Its an egg you will to crack
Copyright ©
Natalie Johnson
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