Drip, drip, drip
Saline into my core
Weaning off the drip
Slowly molasses into a river
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SMiLes ‘This’ Reminds me of the
Bottom of the Pit of Hell of almost
no Sleep for 40 days, just 35 Hours
in all those 40 Days where they
Gave me Intravenous Sodium
And Potassium as i was
Dangerously low
on Both
the Most
Horrible Part
was there was a
TV Screen with a
Movie on Above the
Bed and i could not feel
Any Warm Emotions out of
the Humanity Playing or anywhere
else for i had come to the Room of Hell
But it’s True the Molasses of Heaven’s Blood
Runs Free Again through the Child Who Feels all that
is Love
for Life
i Believe
That Child
is the Molasses
in Our Veins We
all Seek one day in Find
of Life to Indeed Be Born Again..:)
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