Cuspids Gun
If Cupid has an arrow let him put it's down and reach for a gun to slay me like prey let him have an iron fist to put me on a list of those who come to past relevance instead of wings let him have daggers for my deep wounds a crossbow tipped by venom for my deep wounds have no cure let it be poison that consumes my body
Copyright © Danny Morales Olmos | Year Posted 2018
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