Cupids arrow is a flaming one.
It sets fire to the heart from three hundred yards out.
Flames ripped ragged by the cold wind of despair.
If I can't have you, then at least find someone like me.
When you search the night skies for a fish, make it a girl.
Make it like me only slightly less endowed.
The manly obsession pulls you farther away.
Somewhere I can't join.
And I don't know the reason why.
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