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Eros



I did not choose to love you, I am told
Cause you can't help who you love.
We're all prisoners here, invisible shackles taking control
I did not choose to love you, I am told.
I despise fate. Hate to think I'm a conquest, a figurine, extolled
Shapeless drones punctured in pain by an arrow fired from distant places
I did not choose to love you, I am told.
Cause you cant help...who you love.

-b.r.rivera
#30in30
A Triolet
Poem 4 of 30, April 2012.




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