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Cupids dead broken pawnshop promises with a trail of cocaine, to the masquerade. Laid him to sleep with a bullet to the head, it's a bloody valentine and all she got was red. Hours have passed, there's a muggy overcast stars burnt out ... Poor Cupid. he loved wrong, ... the wrong one ...
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