Oh Cupid

Mon, 11/02/2015 - 20:33 -- fallen

What are you waiting for?

There's your target.

Your arrow, I see it's glint in the fog.

They're whispering.

It's all set, you've chosen your direction.

I'll wait.

I'm already starting to crack and my fingers are tangled in the thread.

A needle in my hand I'll do this one loop and...

I've been hit with the arrow.

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