-pleasures Cruel Fond Memories
There is something crawling inside my mind;
Words are burning ink-wells in my frontal lobe;
Evil identities come visits me kind;
Caresses cloudy dispatches negating hope's hold;
Cruel pleasures fond memories;
Hard distilleries embrace me;
Evils communions chase me;
Voices become muttered;
Letters spell out tasteful words;
~pleasures cruel fond memories;
6/18/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2020
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