lad's first date
snares and high hatstoms and bass boom
percussive solo now
bursting through as
these shoes carry a
wracked form ever
closer to your door
petals unhinge and
freefall, knuckles
pale knock knocking
deafening drumbeats
roar, tsunami roar
drumsticks hit the floor
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2017-01-01 at 01:02
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Jamsbo Rockda |
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