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Hot glue gun

Cupid has finally struck…
He shot me bullets
But I can’t find wounds.

Just my blood leaking
Gushing in slow motion
From my covered body

Into her uplifting soul
Recoloring life
As hers penetrates mine

Our entity become twins
Connected in flesh and spirit
By a built-in phrase of love.

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Onyeche Vincent Onywkachukwu

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