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bub-blub tump-tump-tump-tump I was bitten by my wrong choices; Invited and enticed by my voices; The ineptitude seemed happy portraying, beating heart In there stepped desperate loneliness, bleeding heartbeats Of unfortunates that are decaying chess rising WAIT this isn't NO game My breath is wet; I'm drowning in shame Lungs full of sin watering Yet I'm breathing; Still is neighing, still is neighing I discovered the storms blub-blub tump-tump-tump-tump ~ The ineptitude seemed happy portraying, beating heart In there stepped desperate loneliness, bleeding heartbeats 'It's that grief,' I muttered sorrowed I was born Death shall bring injustices There stood a pivotal upstart And so you came gently jingling (onomatopoeia) my heart. And the core never minding disgusted To warn me about the sadness Somewhat louder than the kick start The ineptitude seemed happy portraying, beating heart I discovered the storms 'It's that grief,' I muttered Death shall bring injustices There stood a pivotal upstart. ~ And so you came gently jingling (onomatopoeia) And the core never minding To warn me about the sadness Somewhat louder than the kick start By the grave, I saw the ignominies And the despair never anguishing The desperate dissoluteness dismaying Of unfortunates that are decaying I have dreamed of the feelings The sensitive smelling All my soul within me telling Much I marvelled this bittersweet heart The ineptitude seemed happy portraying, beating heart In there stepped a desperate loneliness, bleeding heartbeats blub-blub tump-tump-tump-tump
6/22/20 WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©

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