Cupid's gone and lost his bow
I found it in your kiss
it tastes of prose and cigarettes
a past painted with battles
of fate of fame
of expectation
peace in the present
a sweet recognition
the pirate finds his freedom
a libertine
who teaches me to fly
to see the world for what it is
not what it is not
this cautious hero
sets a quiver to my knees
cupid's bow smiling sweetly
for the tabloids
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