I want to see paradise, but I want a red delicious apple too.
I want to live by the beach, but I crave rhubarb cobbler too much.
I want to be in love, but I covet creme brulee.
Is it the tastes that I long for, or the satisfaction I get from this nourishment?
They go through my digestive system double-time. Before I even get to enjoy them,
they are gone.
My eyes are too big for my stomach, so I eat of the crimson ball.
My body is tired and worn, so I take out my serving knife.
My heart is untouched therefore, I indulge and the flavors that melt on my tongue.
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