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Still Dreaming of Paradise

Paradise, you say? It was almost your’s? No. Paradise, love, whatever you wish to capture, will never be your’s, per se. You will never own it, because horrible things do happen, you know, and things change. All the time, without warning.
So do not weep, do not sob, I am here to let you taste these things. Sample, if you will, and you will choose the things you want, no matter the consequences. I am here to love you, and let you feel.
Savor me.

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