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Imagination's Dream

There she is in a place I have not been with a life I do not know, hiding from possibilities I do not see. Her flesh is all illusion and imagination. All I know of her is her mind and her mind makes me horny. I have heard her voice (recorded), I have read her words (intended for other's eyes). Is the depth, the intelligence, the spirit just as illusory as the flesh I have never seen? All of it imagination's dream.