I tremble with excitement
at each new fantasy
embraced by secret
oh, sweet fantasy
that lives in my mind
delicious wills, devoid of must
whose magic mystery
feeds and munches
on hopes so personal
don't have to come true
enjoy the act of musing
that pleases and pleasures
my id which lusts for dreams
of no reality,
consequence or truth
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