"Then, the feelings leave: Like the Afternoons, the Owl and the Greetings.
"Cupido tried hard to shoot me, I told him not to do it, because I am Archer and I know of Arrows... he doesn't know about that, he just likes to shoot.
"Not me, **** it
I build arrows
And I know, listen to me, Reader.
... that the Arrows don't know to love!".
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 7:45 AM UTC
"Then, the feelings leave: Like the Afternoons, the Owl and the Greetings.
"Cupido tried hard to shoot me, I told him not to do it, because I am Archer and I know of Arrows... he doesn't know about that, he just likes to shoot.
"Not me, **** it
I build arrows
And I know, listen to me, Reader.
... that the Arrows don't know to love!".
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