self inflicted love
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
Without much time I plunged an arrow into my inside right thigh. Two weeks to experience passionate love again. Of my beloved two times to behold and two weeks for me to wallow in love like a dizzy school girl. Cupid's arrow burned like fire as old feelings inflamed and engulfed me. Into my feelings I sunk deeply.
Now the sad smile of reason returns. What changes return to wreck happiness? Too complicated a web of cause and effects antidotes brief bliss.
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