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I stare at the cupid's bow
Of your love throwing
Arrows at my desperate skin
Piercing my soul
Igniting my warmth
My heart the elastic
Limb of your bow
I collect the arrows
Of your words displayed
As the armour of my
World a fortress of adoration
Hemorrhaging at your precision
The drawback your only pain
Moving into your line
Of sight once more
...Saturday 2nd April 2016 4:01 am
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