We recklessly
Unsheathe our arrows,
Their tips dripping
With an elixir
Of toxic affection.
I string my bow,
Aiming for the depths
Of your heart,
Only to be pierced
Fatally
Myself
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
We recklessly
Unsheathe our arrows,
Their tips dripping
With an elixir
Of toxic affection.
I string my bow,
Aiming for the depths
Of your heart,
Only to be pierced
Fatally
Myself
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