I recall the sound of your voice calling my name
Your sweet perfume always drove me insane
I was weak to your touch, dropped me to my knees
As I kissed your lips, I saw God in everything
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Moving through Molasses
Inspired by the 1919 Boston Molasses Flood Moving through the Ground feels like moving through molasses — not the kitchen kind, not the syrup on a spoon, but the kind that drowned a city in 1919. Thick. Relentless. Slow enough to watch, heavy enough to crush.
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I like how each line represents a sense but it’s not always shown but implied.