If there was ever a book not written,
it' is not.
Therefore, I leave myself to luck.
Leaded me to here.
A judge of my love,
that no other is like it.
Perhaps; only perhaps. . .
a greater chance may emerge?
Before I get serious!
After the dream:
I said it.
Everything I ever said became one.
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