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Thursday, July 19, 2012

She whispers in my dreams

She whispers in my dreams, 
sweet melody of lies. 
A thousand lies every night. 
With each lie,
she whispers a prospect, 
a prospect of which is not, 
which does not exist 
but which could be, 
which can be brought to existence. 
Every night, 
she shows me 
a thousand realms 
of Possible. 
And I could not help but love.
Love her lies,
her thousand beautiful worlds
I could not help but 
Love her all over anew.

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