What greater
pride
could there be;
to have gone
love;
that soon leaves
from having
none;
but still sees
unfiltered
ones;
that fate keeps.
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Poetry is a sense-blossoming flower that never wilts.
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What greater
pride
could there be;
to have gone
love;
that soon leaves
from having
none;
but still sees
unfiltered
ones;
that fate keeps.