Eros is what dreams are made of.
Eros is the spark and the flame, the beginning and the very end.
Eros is the words of poets and the colours on a painter's brush.
Eros is desire, passion and necessity.
Eros is order and discordia, everything that will ever chain you and the only thing to ever set you free.
Eros is the one who gave birth to you and the one who eventually will shoot you down.
Eros is God and God is nothing but a beautiful, sadistic child raining arrows on you.
Eros is undefeatable in battle.
Eros is six.
xoxo,
FluffyUnicorn
Eros is the spark and the flame, the beginning and the very end.
Eros is the words of poets and the colours on a painter's brush.
Eros is desire, passion and necessity.
Eros is order and discordia, everything that will ever chain you and the only thing to ever set you free.
Eros is the one who gave birth to you and the one who eventually will shoot you down.
Eros is God and God is nothing but a beautiful, sadistic child raining arrows on you.
Eros is undefeatable in battle.
Eros is six.
xoxo,
FluffyUnicorn
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