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CUPID
The arrow of cupid.
Bends all to the will of stupid.
Tongues of red hot flame.
Impossible to hone.
Creeping steadily in passion,
Overpowering all thought with emotion.
Burning dark and furiously,
Like a dragon's breath if not held back fiercely.
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The Stars in my Hands
PoetryThe stars in my hands: is a poetic prose work capturing each star in 3 short poems. Alexander Lorien
