"dreaming is hell; so i don't dream about touching her anymore. honestly, i don't. the thought that i can't touch her in the real world is torture enough; to awaken from doing so is a punishment both cruel and unusual. the feel of her, heaven; and angels have fallen for far less. when i fell, i fell for her; for the places on her body my fingers dare to tread. men have claimed paradise to lie somewhere above the clouds, but i know it to be within my reach. and that bliss sustains me while she's not with me."
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