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I saw your face 
and my heart beat 
wild, reborn 
feelings long gone 
returning 
as Cupid came around 
to visit. 
But that vile 
arrowed freak 
fooled me again 
with visions of promises 
of kisses 
that were to never 
touch my lips. 
My heart had returned 
from unconsciousness 
only to be beaten 
back into a coma 
by the very hammer 
given to me 
to break down the walls 
around my heart. 
So fly on by 
you stupid winged demon 
and shoot your poison 
elsewhere 
for love is long dead and scorned 
and I have learned 
to do without.

Hanes, a love poem