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Not knowing what could have been is intriguing, tying up imagination in a deadlock chess match that no one could win. I could drive my mind into a frenzy; trying to find you in a different place and time, where we could be together at the start of that yellow brick road, that maze, that journey to the doorway of your love. You've guided me around your garden so I can see all that flourishes there. But how to find my way back to that entrance, the main gate? Or do I jump the fence and hope that you won't chase me out? I'll quietly go, if you don't want me in your Eden. But I have something to share, too, before you take a bite of that fruit Eve. I imagine these words be used as the narrative lines to open a movie.
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