
Breaking Up Is Murder?
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read
A flutter of wings,
Feathers floating to the floor,
Blotches of blood,
A dull thud.
Blood on my hands,
A knife between his ribs,
I’ve knifed Cupid,
He’s dead again.

A flutter of wings,
Feathers floating to the floor,
Blotches of blood,
A dull thud.
Blood on my hands,
A knife between his ribs,
I’ve knifed Cupid,
He’s dead again.
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