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Quilled
When love hurts
it doesn’t bruise;
it cuts.
I asked for a refill
I asked for
Novacaine
for my cavities,
of course!
(Damn chocolate!)
I received nothing
to dull the pain. . .
All Cupid gave me
was a dozen
arrows
up my butt.
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