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hurt & love

Existence is a wound
That heals when you die
—me

we ache
because we love
it takes us out of our skin
naked to the world
not knowing where
we begin

we love
because we ache
in blood & bone
with a hurt
that wants to tell us
not to be alone

no love
without hurt
it’s a package deal
hurt is the tissue
that makes
existence real

by Richard W. Bray

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