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Cupid
Steve

CUPID

Innocence untouched beckons me

Seductive grins

Give me chills deep within

The flourescents sweep the air

Stone nobles pretend not to care

The garden secretly creeps awake

Smelling of the morn

Crimson splashes into your eyes

Water rushing forth

Down the navel into your soul

No use hiding

You're in my sights

One fling with the arrow

And we'll be in love

 

 

05/17/1997



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