It Hurts

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Beau Taplin


"It hurts,"
"Of course it does," you smiled sadly. "The hurt is how we know it was love. The absence we feel is proof that what we had is something that can be lost."
"...And when does it stop?"
With eyes dark like a cloud before rain, you replied,
"If it was love, it won't"

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