Cupidities


If you are the soul
In my aching heart
I figure you feel my pain
I sing the same song again
This time with rage
Swirled into flames
Burned down the bridges
Tied down the hinges
Curled up my heart
And let it sit in old
Curiosity is aflame
To whom all I stole

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