Love & War, Prose, Ramblings, Soul Stuff

Cupid Carries a Gun

No, he doesn’t. We hold the gun and pull the trigger aimed at each other’s hearts. And we fire and fire and fire. It wasn’t love’s fault, It was our fault…

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