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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