Cupid

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The mythical love maker.

He's supposed to shoot you with an arrow from afar,

but no.

He had to come straight up to me

and stab me right in the heart

with an arrow that had your name written all over it.

Your name is in my blood,

my veins.

It is intoxicating.

I cannot breathe.

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