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mmm...



...love truly is an action word.


when it dies, or leaves or is forgotten,

a part of you dies,

leaves,

is forgotten,

...too.


but when it returns?

(oh my)

it's like suffocating

in the purest of air.


. . .


this moment...

(that i am, presently, existing in)

is excruciatingly painful...

in the most beautiful of ways.

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