Does it fester and turn fetid? Does it die prematurely? And is then remembered like a child's death. Forever young in memory, never growing old and bitter.
What happens to love unspoken?
Does it rumble impatiently like a sleeping volcano? Or does it boil and spill into gurgling streams that race down hillsides?
What happens to love unrequited?
Does it make you catch your breath every time you hear a name, a voice or a song? Or does it bring you a smile at past foolishness?
What happens to love abused?
Does it crumple and curl up like a dead leaf? Or does it wilt and wither like a dead flower? Or does it rot from the inside like a diseased tree contaminating all the other around it?
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