Jason Jinsung Lee Poems

Sweet death, sweet death, I think of you at night.
When I open my eyes to the morning light.
Sweet death, sweet death, I call to you at noon.
When I look to the sky and see a full moon.
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All alone in my little world
I sit and stare and wait
Hoping for a shred of light
Something to change my fate
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The bird sings, the clock ticks
Working so properly
They are not broken, they do not trick
But something is wrong with me
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Oh, my beloved cousin
How dear you are to me
Although I might not show it
You fill me up with glee (no homo)
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