Saturday, July 16
stalker
he pastes your picture carefully
into hard cardboard albums, and
lines them with silver memories.
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they fill a gleaming row of shelves
and then another;
he watches as they fill
a room.
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at night, he slides open
the creaking door
oh so slowly, oh so
tenderly
and flips through the pictures
one by one.
/
and the faster he flips the more it seems as if
he's captured you, your
crooked smile and smouldering stare, the
soft smooth raspberry tint of your lips.
/
he watches as you
come alive.
yours truly
10:16 PM
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