Cupid

He chuckles behind his white veil.The sun seeps through the seams. His trap has been set. For one night all will be as promised. The beauty of "love everlasting". Then morning hits. The lies begin to trickle down his brow. Don't worry honey, your secret is safe. For now. 

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