Contributor: Paul Tristram
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I was wrong;
I only wanted to visit his sister
there was no malice intended.
But she looked at me horrified,
he bore the brunt
I hit him twice,
the second time
she looked more horrified.
I was trying to impress her
All I did was depress myself.
Her lack of smiling wounded me
more than the piece
of paving slab could ever do,
I walked away gutted.
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Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.
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- -
I was wrong;
I only wanted to visit his sister
there was no malice intended.
But she looked at me horrified,
he bore the brunt
I hit him twice,
the second time
she looked more horrified.
I was trying to impress her
All I did was depress myself.
Her lack of smiling wounded me
more than the piece
of paving slab could ever do,
I walked away gutted.
- - -
Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories and sketches published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight, this too may pass, yet.
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