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Renditions of Love, The Demise of Cupid; (The Wench Who Stole Valentines) Doused down Sir Eros with gasoline. He painfully died, engulfed by the flame, Screaming for hours, unheard and unseen in the private hell of his own making. Anguished tears streaming down his rufous face. suffering the many wounds he has caused from the sick tip of his own dart ablaze, he fell to the earth in horror, unpaused Cupid's bow and arrow days, a past dream. Poisoned his grip, it is long overdue. Fingers entangled in wirey split string while dancing about, his legs thrown askew. Sustaining the pain of his own sad charge, veins pumping a contaminated tune, he howled his death wish for deeds at large with vinegar on his festering wound. Author's Note: Finis! |