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Cupid shoots with such a careless arrow.

My plan of escape was my insolence.

The corridors were cluttered and narrow,

Proof I was lacking proper vigilance.

Now I sit by the door, stare at the phone,

Hope against hope 'till my senses come to.

The sun drops. Once again I'm all alone.

Where do I put this love I have for you?

It's relentless and does as it pleases,

Wreaking all kinds of havoc on my heart.

Our finest scenes will have no reprises - 

You hardly acknowledge you played a part.

I'm lost. Where can I find to put this love

When yours was the one I'd been dreaming of?