Rhythm
By: Tyler Ross
Twang, strum, twang & strum,
the true sound of practice
and in that third hour
my pointer finger pulsated like
a door’s slam
on a child’s hand.
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Poetry from deep inside the mind of the Atrossity (Tyler Ross).
About Me
- The Atrossity
- *all works are taken from my personal journals* All poems and other writes are in copyright. Please ask for permission and use ethically. Thank you and enjoy.
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