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Loving the lost
leaves the heart
with the strangest confusion.
Nothing can win
against the meaningless
pursuit of the past.
The tangible things
become desensitized
to the senses.
But how things stay,
much more beautiful,
when they are lost.
//Hope you enjoyed the poem, leave a diamond if you do :D, poem created for the love poem contest
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