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Utopia

By Peter Scott

I've been to paradise
Felt that which I desired
Touched its surface
Then realized
I didn't want it anymore
Wrong
Conjecture
My mind spins faster
And faster
What do I want?
My dream now corrupted
I need paradise soon
Alas, paradise is no more
I have been there
Loud and happy
Uncomfort fallows
So shall my life be tormented
Long as I search in vain
For a paradise
One which does not exist.

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