The Winged Assassin
Triggered by his love strung bow
A love song of colours of the rainbow
Hides the winged assassin’s precision
For when one does fall in love
It’s from cupid’s blessings above
Fired by love’s unmissable first sight
The poisoned tipped projectile penetrates
With impact the soft and tender hearts
Then spontaneously combusts the two
Protruding from their bosoms
Radiating an unmistakable blossom
Of a flow,
soft,
delicate,
sweet,
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08-18-2015
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