Contributor: Paul Tristram
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I shall wait outside your home
I will follow you in the street.
If you let me have five minutes
I’d tear off both of your feet.
I’d run right home delighted
and put them in a glass case.
I’d invite around my friends
but hire security just in case.
Anybody gets any funny ideas
and tries to steal my treasure.
My beloved’s severed body parts
would simply be my only pleasure.
I have followed you for years
waited for hours outside hotels.
I gave my true love from afar
my normal life I had to sell.
But if I had your genius toes
to kiss and hold to each night.
I would cover up your shrine
and masturbate with you held tight.
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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 shall wait outside your home
I will follow you in the street.
If you let me have five minutes
I’d tear off both of your feet.
I’d run right home delighted
and put them in a glass case.
I’d invite around my friends
but hire security just in case.
Anybody gets any funny ideas
and tries to steal my treasure.
My beloved’s severed body parts
would simply be my only pleasure.
I have followed you for years
waited for hours outside hotels.
I gave my true love from afar
my normal life I had to sell.
But if I had your genius toes
to kiss and hold to each night.
I would cover up your shrine
and masturbate with you held tight.
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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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