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A feeling so strange, Still holds most by collar chains... A feeling so priceless, Still sold at every shop nevertheless... A feeling so true, Yet abused and cursed by poets new... A feeling so pure, Yet somehow corrupted beyond cure... A feeling at last.. Meant to be felt, Yet takes lives to their end... In their last moments , they must realize... Was it all for love? Or were they just.. Too Blind..
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Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 11:34 PM UTC
Love
A feeling so strange, Still holds most by collar chains... A feeling so priceless, Still sold at every shop nevertheless... A feeling so true, Yet abused and cursed by poets new... A feeling so pure, Yet somehow corrupted beyond cure... A feeling at last.. Meant to be felt, Yet takes lives to their end... In their last moments , they must realize... Was it all for love? Or were they just.. Too Blind..
Love in the current era... And as far as I can see.... To an era lost in books in poems..
aaryn007
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24/M/India
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 11:34 PM UTC
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