Blue

Once I said “you killed our Cupid” —

I was wrong. Gods cannot die

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It was just a bad dream; just a bad dream, I said

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But I still wake up to the absence of your blue eyes

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ML

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10 thoughts on “Blue

  1. I did not kill Cupid,
    It was not little I
    He really shot himself
    And fell from the sky

    His arrow bounced off you
    And lodged in his butt,
    But do not be afraid,
    It’s just a little cut

    Now he cannot fly,
    But only limps along,
    Cursing to himself
    And humming crazy songs

    So where the hell is Cupid?
    He’s hiding out in shame
    If you had shot yourself,
    You’d likely do the same!

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