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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.
Written by Tallen (earth_empath)
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For the comp - Cupid's Arrow
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