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Feb 2020
Cupid
cherub of love
you pierced me with your arrow
but instead of hitting my heart
you stabbed my vein
and I was gone

I was not struck with patient love
or kind love
or splendid love
but a love sickness that became a vice
in the shape of him

so today, dear Cupid
retract your arrow from inside me
set me free
let this be my rock bottom
of this, I plea
Written by
Paulina
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