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There are two people —        the Lover and the Beloved.        The Beloved is rare,     a soul that loves without demand.       The Lover? They take it all.     They use the Beloved endlessly,    then toss them aside like nothing.     Wasted. Forgotten. Replaced.
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Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 1:16 AM UTC
To the Beloved, unseen
There are two people —        the Lover and the Beloved.        The Beloved is rare,     a soul that loves without demand.       The Lover? They take it all.     They use the Beloved endlessly,    then toss them aside like nothing.     Wasted. Forgotten. Replaced.
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Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 1:16 AM UTC
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