Ba Dum Ba Dum

this little red heart of mine,

cavernous concave

great acoustics, really,

a drumbeat that could drown out a city.

secret passageway, a perforation,

contributes to my palpitations.

skip skip skip that beat

flutter a bum dum bum dum dum


a bum dum bum dum dum


(did it stop?)

ba dum ba dum

this ain’t jazz, pulse.

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