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Cupid’s Awakening

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Quivering Soul Meeting

The phone sat in the middle of the conference room table
Heads in our laptops we listened to their silent hold
Awaiting the voices itching to sell their goods
You sit engrossed in your screen and I look at you
Something warms my heart and a slow smile forms
You feel my stare and glance up to catch my eyes
Lock. One. Two. Three. You return the smile
I watch your hands shake ever so slightly
As your head returns to your screen to type
The jolt imperceptible to human eye
The fiery arrow officially launched

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