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Friday, July 9, 2010

Archer

Cupid you fool.
You were supposed to place your shot
through both our hearts.
Rather
I am wounded
and she escapes unscathed.
Now I pant
and sit awhile
upon a rock
unsteady and feeble.
Weak
All the wrong people
love all the wrong people
You
are a lousy archer.

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