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Where dopes beats my heart begin?
A hundred hungry fours in four four time
Whatever wherever where we were
That old not to be or to do be do
Rap trapping my bling to pack us three
Rimy like a Langston gangsta
These those deep blues lines
Versus vice fresh red whip wines
You’d think it all meant nothing
Only if you sip rocks across the surface

And on which side does my heart reside?
As there is a left right syncopator
Leaning a lot to the leftovers
Is there some secreted secret
Hidden in the eaves high overhead
My missing notes of childhood songs
Telling me in snips and snails
About how boys aught behave
In order to get girls sugary spicy
Instead of unsteady ride round baby ride round

Where never does my heart belong?
Longing backward in a forward run
Like parading dead burning candles and cares
Waggy loving tongues of dogs that bit me
Going without is going within
So my many shadows are only as good as
Fleets of fleeting heating feral cats
Raising a caterwaul too high to scale
One to one might as well be nine for six
As all other areas are down for the night

Tiny tinny toy piano back pedals slowly
Oh please please miss mimi bake me a pie
Sow sugar sweet in your absolute oyster
I longing now for your largoesque cooking
Soft savory spices in every agile word
To moisten rich hiding treasures
Creamy cream between the lines
Such songs sung in electriic eclairity
How sad I have so much weight to shed
In order to enjoy it over a gain